Breakin Rules

Richard Wilson, Terrace Martin

Intro
what up terrace

(Verse 1)
Bonnet on
Wit My tank
Lemonade in my drank

I don’t follow no lanes
I don’t care what you think

hot flamas
Wit cheese
shades all in my Frame

I ain’t dropping no names
Swagg showing my rank

What you want
You what you need
What you know

Who the real
Who the fake
Who the hoe

Finding ruckus wherever
I go

Dodgeball outta shit
Life throw

Slapping hoes with left
Fighting for rights
With my right

Change game
Like dolemite

I den got numb
To all the hype

Come on
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(Chorus)

oh why can’t I just be
Just what I wanna be
and not break the rules

and why can’t I just tell em
How I really feel
And still keep my cool

breaking rules

of the cool

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Cool black
Move back

Looking like ace of spade
Wit bull hat

They was tryna count me out
But fuck that
Same ones asking where the plug at

use to care
Who was fake
And who was real

now I only care the cost
And what’s the deal

I ain’t got
Time to heal or time to feel

Only got time to kill
And time to meal

What’s a friend in the matrix
Bunch of small conversation
La traffic build patience

Followed all of them faces
Now yo mirror don’t say shit

Now erbody say

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(Chorus)

oh why can’t I just be
Just what I wanna be
and not break the rules

and why can’t I just tell em
How I really feel
And still keep my cool

breaking rules

of the cool

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