Winter kid - New Rules lyrics

[Intro: Banzi] Yo, Yo, Listen! [Verse 1: Banzi] This is survival of the fittest You fight until you're finished You win some, you lose some At times it is expensive These broads are so defensive Open that garage b**h Beat the beat up It already begun Banzi who? Banzi Lu! What these people gonna do? Don't give a damn, I'll eat em up Like they are vegetables T-Take your son, beat him up Because I'm in the mood Take his shoe stick it up his a** because he's a fool O e ketsa superstar but in a fight You were born to lose I-I got nothing to say but I'm out here doing interviews Banzi who? Banzi Lu! What these people gonna do? I ain't got no answers I am still a chancer Please P-Put your goddamn hands up It's obvious you know That we high with the standard But People talking about experience While my sh** is on point like the pyramids [Chorus X2: Pac 95] Ain't sh** changed but all these rules (All these rules) What's the best sound? Y'all can pick and choose (Pick and choose) All these rappers sound the same Just different crews (Different crews) New world order Same old fools [Verse 2: Tee-Tee] Ch-Check me out on Twitter follow me Trust I'll follow back On my Joey crack Rocking my heavy sh** like I'm leanin' back If-If this beat was a crime scene Then I'll be the missing link On my Danny Brown Murdering white lines with this black ink Go-Going into my zone And you can see by my eyes rollin' back My blood flows around my body the way I do on this track Druggies in my apartment poppin' molly and chowing cereal Ain't you the rapper with no track Bumpin' on my stereo I've reached my Lebron level Now trust I'll be bringing the heat Jump on and murder this beat like the thugs on my street This f**ing weed got sh** cloudy Now it's 'bout to rain some ecstasy Dreams of me being ambitious While waking up with culture next to me Stay reppin' the Zulu's but I'm always smoking on my Swazi This weed got my eyelids heavy and me lookin' lousy Haven't slept proper for 5 days straight and need some rest But this nameless broad next to me got me squeezing her breasts (Wait, woah, what) [Chorus X2: Pac 95] Ain't sh** changed but all these rules (All these rules) What's the best sound? Y'all can pick and choose (Pick and choose) All these rappers sound the same Just different crews (Different crews) New world order Same old fools [Verse 3: T Bradster] Say they heard me talk about k**ing n***as When I can't even use my trigger finger Go so hard that I can't remember All the bullsh** like I can't do better Usually I don't feel myself But tonight I decided to roll with it I get it, I switch it, I'm in it My team, we gon' get our souls lifted I I couldn't tell you where my focus is I wrote my thoughts down And used the paper up to roll a hit I got fired, got flyer Hope you noticed it I aspire, down to my attire Take a note of this Now that's the recipe The realest I could ever be Callin' me a kid when your girl is lying next to me You do me wrong and get cut off like vasectomy And either way you put it That's a 5-star voetsek from me [Outro: Pac 95] All these rules (All these rules) Pick and choose (Pick and choose) Different crews (Different crews) All these rules (All these rules) Pick and choose (Pick and choose) Different crews (Different crews)