Stick To The Code

Yeah, cross my heart
Yeah, hope to die
Yeah, kill my soul
Yeah, Homicide
Yeah, I'm losing hope
There's no vibes
She was down to ride commit suicide
She said I got love for you, not in love with you
I can't put no trust in you, not no more baby
Why can't we just take it slow
Tell me where you tryna go

Tryna give up on me when we sticking to the code yeah
Tryna cut me deep but I swear I can't fold yeah
Put my heart on defense like I'm ballin in the pros yeah
I'm peeping all the shady shit that you been posting
Even when you been watching me when I'm in motion
Why you tryna call me when I'm on the road yeah
I got cameras all on me strike a pose yeah
On me strike a pose yeah
Yeah, cross my heart
Hope to die
Kill my Soul

Do I still cross your mind
I know you called
I see your text
You want the boujee wine
Get fucked up you like the sex
But not the way I'm on my paper grind
I ain't never tried to flex I'm stressed
I tell you that shit every time
Said you tryna give up girl what happened to the code
I still kick it with my niggas but I swear I've never told
I still sleep with my eyes open hoping that you won't fold
I still sleep with my eyes open hoping that you don't go

Tryna give up on me when we sticking to the code yeah
Tryna cut me deep but I swear I can't fold yeah
Put my heart on defense like I'm ballin in the pros yeah
I'm peeping all the shady shit that you been posting
Even when you been watching me when I'm in motion
Why you tryna call me when I'm on the road yeah
I got cameras all on me strike a pose yeah
On me strike a pose yeah
Yeah, cross my heart
Hope to die
Kill my Soul



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Ragin, Justin Scott Watkins
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