Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don't love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around

Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me

I am a winner, can't lose I am a winner, can't lose, yeah I might pull up in the coupe, yeah Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah All that fake shit be killin' my mood Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah I am not worried 'bout you Winnin', winnin',

At least these things I know (yeah) The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me You walking off like that's it now Talking all of that shit now All I know is that I can't hear now It can't get much worse than this now Baby, how hard are

All because I'm the lead singer of my band These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit

Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be online, I'll be a-all day I'll be a-all day Na, na, na, na, ooh Oh, no, oh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and

What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face? You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty) Calculate (All of it) Trackin' (All of it) All of this (Bullshit) Worthless shit, you packaged up Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all) Bitch, now you

Jumped in that Benz, then I peeled off Brought out a ten, I'ma spend it all I need some pills and some seals, dawg Fuck the cops, we got our own laws Need to free my dawg, he locked behind the walls Numb to that pain, I can't feel shit at all (I'm on

Uh-huh, understand this I don't give a fuck about what y'all talkin' about I ain't tryin' to hear none of that shit Nigga I'ma do what I wanna do When I wanna do it, how I wanna do it And you better hope I don't do it to you Now, I don't care what momma