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Studio Ground Rules

Album: Studio Ground Rules Durasi: 3:55

Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

Yeah, ayy

No no no, it go- it go like this, look

Hmm

Don't stand out, sit down, shut up

Oh you smoke? Roll up, don't stand out

Don't call next on 2K, you not next

Don't pop up, be lowkey 'til we say you can speak

Don't talk loud 'til we laugh

Oh you rap? Don't rap for us, don't pass us no square smoke

Don't stare bro, Snapchat or IG

High key, be lowkey, don't come with your posse

Be dolo or plus one if we- look, you get it right?

Heart on my sleeve like a hoodie

I'm from the hood, put your hoodie up

Cops would just put they hoods up, killin' kids for they hoodie

Sometimes I feel I'm not hood enough

Hip hop made me feel similar

There's a hood, there's a Zimmerman

But I'm under the hood, rev the engine up

Since Walt was sended up, that could've just ended us

Instead we protected now it's more to dimension of

That's why I really don't give no fuck

About how they be talkin' down like that's just momentum for us

The pinnacle of success is a dangerous point

Plus the same niggas hatin' on you be flamin' your joints

You smokin' weed in the studio

With niggas who don't like you, huh

That just sound dumb to me, and I don't even smoke

Oh you over rich

Yet somehow your friends don't even post your shit

I'm post-apocalyptic, by myself I'm on some sober shit

I could've went to [?], instead I chose to coexist

When the grass grow on the concrete

How the sidewalk look like forests

Don't stand out, sit down, shut up

Oh you smoke? Roll up, don't stand out

Don't call next on 2K, you not next

Don't pop up, be lowkey 'til we say you can speak

Don't talk loud 'til we laugh

Oh you rap? Don't rap for us, don't pass us no square smoke

Don't stare bro, Snapchat or IG

High key, be lowkey, don't come with your posse

Be dolo or plus one if we laugh at yo' jokes

Don't stand out, sit down (Sit down)

Bro take this reefer while I spit this ether

No we don't need you, go locate your people

Even out the odds, we could all be equal

Iron these wrinkles on a track, prolly get a sequel

Sit down, lemme show you something

Although my label straight

Still watch who I keep around my dinner place

Cat still got a fax from the recession back in '08

If you ain't raise your stakes to raise your rates you need to wait

Proper preparation, you don't feel so out of place

Roll up when you roll up, don't hold up no session

Crowd smoke impression, never impress

My nigga, I see finesse before I even address

In raps, you keep waitin' to rap, put it to rest, yeah

You can't be takin' shit personal

Personality nonchalant, words curve like cursive

They own person personify a few Persians per usual

All won't make it out, shout out my personnel

Invoices pinpoint the surface, my purpose speakin' out like

Bad kids, uncle daddy Bernie Mac-in'

Teein' off, no caddy lackin'

Present past tense, how I blend it

Brands thought, they too see it and can't stand it

[?], I got some feelings on this heat

Couple [?] honestly

OD my potency, find me on my own 50

I'll get my life rich before I die empty, that's no guts

Oh you smoke? Then roll up

No skippin' but this paper I'ma fold up can't sit down

Don't stand out, sit down, shut up

Oh you smoke? Roll up, don't stand out

Don't call next on 2K, you not next

Don't pop up, be lowkey 'til we say you can speak

Don't talk loud 'til we laugh

Oh you rap? Don't rap for us, don't pass us no square smoke

Don't stare bro, Snapchat or IG

High key, be lowkey, don't come with your posse

Be dolo no plus ones, haha

Yo