Brrah We don't wanna live by the rules Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you My phone made me buy big money Tryna wash my mind Put a time, put a time (Yeah, yeah, body) Put a time, put a time Distracted in every facet Bread from a casket, I won't shuck and jive for no master Boy, I owe my masters How you feedin' poison to the masses? Liquor stores and fast food, we dine over fashion This ain't no American dream, gave us American pie I sliced it up for the team, they hate when you make it out And you look just like me, a black messiah Clip your wings when you sayin' here to lead, look How you make me follow law when I'm not human? Three-fifths of a man is what you wrote in constitutions, look In the words of Hampton, I'm the revolution No CO or TELCO can stop this movement Forcing needles on us, Takiki experiment, recon on us It's gon' be alive long as I'm speaking on it Since we teaching on it, I'm a radical, I stand for the people Can't no amount of money make me deceive them, oh yeah We don't wanna live by the rules Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you My phone made me buy big money Tryna wash my mind For the time, for the time, for the time I'm the last real rapper since Curtis Jackson, perhaps 'cause y'all done killed them all Dillers even mixed Mac Miller pack with the fentanyl Your body is my wonderland Me and my lady vibin' and Ed Sheeran, floggin' them damn Karens Me and Courtney, we called us the Gifted Gab Union And Roly Diamonds too cloudy to be this transparent That street sweeper get the light and then pray you the janitor That speech flippin' with enlightenin' fatal pentameter I keep livin' to give life to your fable for amateurs I robbed a dealer at the roulette table for gamblers I leave dick in your mother Mary, you may wanna come clean You may end up related to J. Rule The Damager I put the journey in gurneys like the return of Isley Lies and sermons and ivies internalize me Burnin' rivalries, God's return from my urn of ivory Lighty and Hermes from the Turner Diary I got headless rappers buried at my address I got Virgil ashes gettin' married on my lap desk Depression is refreshing, accept it as my sadness Happiness is a blessing, a method to my madness We don't wanna live by the rules Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you My phone made me buy big money Tryna wash my mind All the time, all the time, all the time