Cheat Codes

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Two-fifteen

Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show
Cheat code playin' wit' unlimited free throws
Playin', their feet move faster than a Capri stroll
Where they run in the strip like the women in peep shows

Pay the price, gamble wit' ya life like Pete Rose
Bust a move, paper bubble like Veuve Clicquot's
Who got the streets of Philly flooded like Puerto Rico's?
You get McNabbed like Donovan, it's finitos

Theologians point to the trap house that God is in
Go on, take his name in vain, like a phlebotomist
I'm the one that tell you what time it is
Never been into sellin' you promises, it's hot as a pot of grits

That's not a myth, Blackness is not a monolith
A lotta niggas probably gotta see psychologists
To understand why we wallowin' where the bottom is
And common sense isn't what they teachin' in colleges

Shit, it's real when you done lost your last feelin'
Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceilin'
Back to stealin', to Xanax and smack dealin'
That's appealin', go grab your kids and shield them

Where hustlin' became an art
The mantra is manage not to faint
When shit ain't for the faint of heart
The rated R, everybody wrists got razor marks

In projects, township favelas and trailer parks
The wave been a vibe
Better head for the church, mosque, or synagogue
Chase the Grim Reefer with Henn-ocide

We need it like a hole in the head, thorn in his side
It all take its toll in the end, strong niggas die
Made figures who name bring became king
Or became fathers and sons facin' the same thing

In the hood, mouth full of blood, tastin' the same sting
Playin' a game, tryin' hard to hang by the same string
You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed, nigga
Bad credit get your shit repo'ed, listen