RULE #1 Lyrics

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Douly G, Douly G, Douly G

Rule number one, put no trust in a bitch

No cap I got to admit, I did that shit once, won't do it again

Independent, I don't need a friend

I'm true to myself, can't fold, never bend

Fuck love, don't care how it went

Got left in the rain, my hoodie was drenched

Slim G that's brother, he gon slide to the end

Stay militant

Got to stay on the grind, don't stop for a minute, 'cause that's when somebody gon finish it

Hustle straight to the bag, then bitches gon follow and be on your dick for some dividends

And it's evident

Watch out for the niggas sneak dissing, fake friends I don't need 'em, so no I won't let 'em in

At the top of the top, like the President

I'm trying to get rich, I said fuck all the cribs, cause I'm trying to go build me a settlement

My jacket official, with a capital G in the front and I call it the letterman

Got a baddie who feeling my vibe, She say "Douly G, you a gangsta and gentleman"

Before I get rich, I got to make sure my mind stay right 'cause I'm trying to be a better man

Like, do you feel me?

Do you copy?

Stayed humble, no I never been cocky

Are you going to be there when it's rocky?

Can't trust you, so I'm moving wocky

If I'm on court, man I know they can't stop me

Whole lot of shots, kicking like I'm Rock Lee

You gon have to kill me before you hop me, 'cause I ain't going out like no sucka

On bro, and that's word to my mother

I'm a real nigga, never been undercover

I seen a nigga get shot by his brother

Douly G came out the motherfucking gutter

Talk out your mouth, boy you better stutter

Can't hang with you niggas, y'all softer than butter

Don't got the chop, get hit with the cutter, like

Cause it could get tragic

Got the heat and I'm scoring like Dragic

Get the rock and I pass it like Magic

I got money, never had to flash it

Had problems, now I'm running right past it

Put my feelings inside of my music

I could get on the beat and just dibble and dab it

I am what I am, I stay in my lane, Douly G not into the sad shit, grah

Rule number one, put no trust in a bitch

No cap I got to admit, I did that shit once, won't do it again

Independent, I don't need a friend

I'm true to myself, can't fold, never bend

Fuck love, don't care how it went

Got left in the rain, my hoodie was drenched

Slim G that's my brother, he gon slide to the end

Stay militant

Got to stay on the grind, don't stop for a minute

'Cause that's when somebody gon finish it

Hustle straight to the bag, then bitches gon follow and be on your dick for some dividends

And it's evident

Watch out for the niggas sneak dissing, fake friends I don't need 'em, so no, I won't let 'em in

At the top of the top, like the President