Studio Ground Rules

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