Martiste' - Rules

Rule #1
Stack and do it for ya family
And never for the world
See you poppin all them bottles with yo niggas in the club
Tryna impress all them girls
Rule #2
Make a brand with the bands
Stop buying all them shoes
Rule #3
They gon tell you who to be
But it’s up to you to choose
When you start to feel the heat
And down to ya knees
Tell me what you got to lose
Is you all money in
Is you gone with the wind
Nigga what you gone do
Aye
Better get that paper nigga
Know you want that scrapper nigga
Save that shit for later nigga
Know you got some haters nigga
Don’t pull out the cater nigga
Don’t you dare wait on niggas
Hate that you ain’t hanging niggas
Hate that you might make it niggas
Come up and don’t change on niggas
Plant the seed and change them niggas
Break all the chains on niggas
You can do it face them niggas
Stars are never basic nigga
My spirit fill vacant niggas
Life hard can’t break a nigga
He jumped out with the .40 but wasn’t willing to shoot
Jewelry store broad day the cuz wanted the loot
Started smashing and grabbing
The owner started reacting
Took his eye off the prize
That's when he made your own casket
Owner got to his weapon
And he tightened his squeeze
Shot you and a homie and brought the 3rd to his knees
Now you gone in a breeze
Body found in a ditch
I broke the news to ya sis
Know it hurt like a bitch
Know the rules nigga

Written by:
Curtis Breedlove

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