I get the thrill when they tell me something that I can't do
Can't get every single challenge, here's a few examples
Like I did my own video, follow my own regimen
To think about it, I did my own artist development
Layers wanna sign you, come correct with the contract
Tryna throw me y'all, tell em' show me the car facts
New York nigga from Queens, doin' the same with a hit
Bitches from LA, oh my California king
Yucca owner, I just use her as a loner
Then she blew me like she was chairin' for Oklahoma
I made a drop and loadin', pick it up like the Tacoma
Her man Ben Crick, but he gon' need a blood donor
Whoa, weed those niggas, you don't approach
Put it down dawg, you move shakin', you Freddie Roach
Billionaire glow, like the loans came through
My net work like URK, but she do her own thing too
What's up?
We don't live by the rules, we do our own thing
And when we get in the zone, we just don't insane
Oh, yeah, you know I fly, and I'm known to my family
My family, regardless of me, I get shown the first place
Me, I always let by example, that little bundle of dope niggas
Is still waitin' for me to stamp it
Ain't worth trappin', I just beat them with a hand-do
All y'all pussy, I ain't worry about what your man do
I do what I want, and somethin' new every month
Shit, I don't even need, I just do it with the stunts
Cartel contacts, niggas respond back
You can recoup quicker off a brick than the contrails
Rules ain't something I play by, always been a cheat
So the cold I stay by, guard your secrets
Never pillow talk or sneak this
Make sure your rims is deep-dish
Try to lay off the red meat and eat the fish
Introduce you to Jada, might let you meet kiss
Keep that chrome thing, one in your dome thing
I don't need no help, cause I do my own thing
Motherfucker, fuck
We don't live by the rules, we do our own thing
And when we get in the zone, we just don't insane
Oh, yeah, you know I fly, I fly
And I go to my fam, my fam, my fam
They call us offerings, that's your liquor to bring
Part-time rapping and full-time robin'
Ain't no space in the trunk of my caddy state throb
Ain't gon' let these police fuck up my night
Run through the light and change the sprite, the purple soda with ice
Like it's a magic trick, hocus pocus
Smoking the dopest with a Cali bitch
Syrup and pineapple fanna, it keep me cool
But I won't hesitate to twerk out them hammers
One eighty-sevens and two-elevens, I'm puttin' work on the scanner
A fool, gets the G.I. beat bad for radio
I'm suckin' niggas, dictate ass shots like gravy though
Wrappin' niggas trash, a vintage baldy, gradeable
It's useless as a used 10-pound fuck with a fadable friend
The heavy box, shivvy ox, lil' red
Come to the streets, knock off my head, or I get knocked by the fence
And they listin' so I know they comin'
But until then, I met my mama, can't you break it down?
Somethin' bitch, I do my own thing
We gon' be by the blue
We do our own thing
And when we get in the zone, we just gon' insane
Oh, yeah, you know I fly
And I know do my thing, my thing, my thing
We gon' list all the things that your niggas bring
