Lyrics
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
The first rule is we don't talk about
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
First
Ayo
Beef with me and kill yourself, Bruce Willis, Looper
Always stay with two black 9s like Mr. Cooper
That's a throwback reference (First rule)
Nowadays I'm working on nothing else but self-acceptance (First rule)
Ayo, the world tainted, people try, but can't explain it
Back when I was living single, yeah, I stayed with bitches like Khadijah
Sniping MCs within my leisure
My life was like a Tarantino feature
Jack the Ripper meets Jack Reacher
Close encounters of the word con
Spielberg shit, the world's mine (Bitch-ass mother****er)
Just a youngin almost famous, living dangerous
Thinking deep like a suture
Sometimes I reminisce, but bring it back to the future (What?)
Raiders of the Lost, yo, uh (Ayo, **** you, bitch-ass mother****er)
Ayy, I'm the big daddy, smacking you up like Gilmore's caddy
Kyle in the cut making beats, rolling a fatty
We the boys in the hood tryna make it in time
Yeah, the concept is easy, hard part is the rhyme
Grip the gat and blast away, the modern-day Cast Away
Everybody thi— (Ayo, **** you, bitch-ass)
Everybody think they know it all, but it's just all pretend
'Cause at the end of the day, we all children of men
And man has his flaws, always running they jaws
A hundred miles and running, come on and catch me if you can (**** you)
**** the radio, we do this shit for the fans
Flow sicker than COVID, got 'em throwing up they hands
Black and white like a reservoir dog, Twitch money, I'm the pog
Your shit flawed, ripping through the city of God
When it comes to my pinky ring, it's vintage '80s, I'm the lord of the bling
I can't **** with you peasants, so it's more for the king
Industry too fake, we too real, they don't trust us (First rule)
We see through y'all like Ghostbusters
Got my deal and I moved to LA, that's the Westside story (**** you)
Logic known for staying positive like dads on Maury
A curly-headed kid who finally met the world quarry
Everything you talkin' 'bout is straight irrelevant (Is we don't talk about)
I'm Korben Dallas, you Ruby Rhod in The Fifth Element
I once was a diamond in the rough
We call this right here the shining, king of rhyming
Me and my homies, yeah, we all good fellas
Living in mansions, we used to be hood dwellers (First rule, don't talk about)
Raiders of the Lost Art
Mulholland Drive on a dark night
Ready for eternal sunshine bright (Art)
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
Raiders of the Lost Art
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
(**** you, bitch-ass mother****er)
The first rule is we don't talk about
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
First
Ayo
Beef with me and kill yourself, Bruce Willis, Looper
Always stay with two black 9s like Mr. Cooper
That's a throwback reference (First rule)
Nowadays I'm working on nothing else but self-acceptance (First rule)
Ayo, the world tainted, people try, but can't explain it
Back when I was living single, yeah, I stayed with bitches like Khadijah
Sniping MCs within my leisure
My life was like a Tarantino feature
Jack the Ripper meets Jack Reacher
Close encounters of the word con
Spielberg shit, the world's mine (Bitch-ass mother****er)
Just a youngin almost famous, living dangerous
Thinking deep like a suture
Sometimes I reminisce, but bring it back to the future (What?)
Raiders of the Lost, yo, uh (Ayo, **** you, bitch-ass mother****er)
Ayy, I'm the big daddy, smacking you up like Gilmore's caddy
Kyle in the cut making beats, rolling a fatty
We the boys in the hood tryna make it in time
Yeah, the concept is easy, hard part is the rhyme
Grip the gat and blast away, the modern-day Cast Away
Everybody thi— (Ayo, **** you, bitch-ass)
Everybody think they know it all, but it's just all pretend
'Cause at the end of the day, we all children of men
And man has his flaws, always running they jaws
A hundred miles and running, come on and catch me if you can (**** you)
**** the radio, we do this shit for the fans
Flow sicker than COVID, got 'em throwing up they hands
Black and white like a reservoir dog, Twitch money, I'm the pog
Your shit flawed, ripping through the city of God
When it comes to my pinky ring, it's vintage '80s, I'm the lord of the bling
I can't **** with you peasants, so it's more for the king
Industry too fake, we too real, they don't trust us (First rule)
We see through y'all like Ghostbusters
Got my deal and I moved to LA, that's the Westside story (**** you)
Logic known for staying positive like dads on Maury
A curly-headed kid who finally met the world quarry
Everything you talkin' 'bout is straight irrelevant (Is we don't talk about)
I'm Korben Dallas, you Ruby Rhod in The Fifth Element
I once was a diamond in the rough
We call this right here the shining, king of rhyming
Me and my homies, yeah, we all good fellas
Living in mansions, we used to be hood dwellers (First rule, don't talk about)
Raiders of the Lost Art
Mulholland Drive on a dark night
Ready for eternal sunshine bright (Art)
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
Raiders of the Lost Art
(rekcufrehtom ssa-hctib ,uoy kcuF)
(**** you, bitch-ass mother****er)