The Code
Cold streets
Cold beach
Cold shoulder
Cold week
Eat sleep
Keep a hold of
Life change
Money change
Ego roller coaster
Life's plain and every days the same roller coaster
I can give you both to get you closer
I can flip you clothes
Get you o's
Give you culture
Elevate your game
And your brain
Like I'm supposed to
See behind the frame or pertain as the joker
Every lane I drove was the road that I'm supposed to
I'm not building fans boy I'm out here building culture
Listening to Phife trying to cut back on the soda
Smelling like the indo in the bag before I rolled up
Made it all happen tapping and rapping to computers
Gave away my first run of hoodies with the music
Lost a whole lot of hope disappeared like in Burmuda
But I came back bounced back had to manoeuvre
Didn't have a way so I made one
Different cut of cloth what I'm made from
There wasn't a wave so we made one
And I need the brain so I'm playing dumb
I'm rolling paper not the swisha
Couldn't draw but now I paint the picture
Every day you need to keep it realer
Everything you need is in the mirror
Where I get the flow I don't really know
Broken like this english but I like it though
You won't see me even with a telescope
Something bout the truth like I know you know
I'm just dropping raps hell no I'm not a rapper
When I couldn't rap thought I was supper trapper
You got a way with words took off you like you're nasa
But I'm just sticking to the code like a hacker
Not to be mistaken I came in with what I got
Made it then I blew it then made it back off the top
Seagulls always lurking for anything that you've got
And where I'm from if you start then you probably won't ever stop
Slanging 50's like its 50 cents a pop
Where I'm from its easier to get the rock
Seagulls lurking for anything that you've got
And where I'm from if you start then you probably won't ever stop
Didn't have a way so I made one
Different cut of cloth what I'm made from
There wasn't a wave so we made one
And I need the brain so I'm playing dumb
I'm rolling paper not the swisha
Couldn't draw but now I paint the picture
Every day you need to keep it realer
Everything you need is in the mirror
Cold streets
Cold beach
Cold shoulder
Cold beach
Cold shoulder
Cold week
Eat sleep
Keep a hold of
Life change
Money change
Ego roller coaster
Life's plain and every days the same roller coaster
I can give you both to get you closer
I can flip you clothes
Get you o's
Give you culture
Elevate your game
And your brain
Like I'm supposed to
See behind the frame or pertain as the joker
Every lane I drove was the road that I'm supposed to
I'm not building fans boy I'm out here building culture
Listening to Phife trying to cut back on the soda
Smelling like the indo in the bag before I rolled up
Made it all happen tapping and rapping to computers
Gave away my first run of hoodies with the music
Lost a whole lot of hope disappeared like in Burmuda
But I came back bounced back had to manoeuvre
Didn't have a way so I made one
Different cut of cloth what I'm made from
There wasn't a wave so we made one
And I need the brain so I'm playing dumb
I'm rolling paper not the swisha
Couldn't draw but now I paint the picture
Every day you need to keep it realer
Everything you need is in the mirror
Where I get the flow I don't really know
Broken like this english but I like it though
You won't see me even with a telescope
Something bout the truth like I know you know
I'm just dropping raps hell no I'm not a rapper
When I couldn't rap thought I was supper trapper
You got a way with words took off you like you're nasa
But I'm just sticking to the code like a hacker
Not to be mistaken I came in with what I got
Made it then I blew it then made it back off the top
Seagulls always lurking for anything that you've got
And where I'm from if you start then you probably won't ever stop
Slanging 50's like its 50 cents a pop
Where I'm from its easier to get the rock
Seagulls lurking for anything that you've got
And where I'm from if you start then you probably won't ever stop
Didn't have a way so I made one
Different cut of cloth what I'm made from
There wasn't a wave so we made one
And I need the brain so I'm playing dumb
I'm rolling paper not the swisha
Couldn't draw but now I paint the picture
Every day you need to keep it realer
Everything you need is in the mirror
Cold streets
Cold beach
Cold shoulder
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Writer(s): Trey Subritzky
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