The Code, Pt. 2 (feat. Meaty Da General & Marlo Lashawn)
You know, man, this street shit universal man
East side to the west side, same shit
Real nigga a real nigga, man
Real niggas follow codes man
My nigga Meaty, what up boy
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
I live by the code and it's death before dishonor
Lil' chef of betrayal
And until it's backwards, still free, my brother Rell
Sittin' in that cell on this last year
I cried so many tears and that was just last year
Had to bury Spank, then Money T
I made it off probation, mama, I'm trouble-free
I'm too hard to guard, they gotta double me
One thing I learned is hoes tell like the Double Tree
So I do my dirt all by my lonely
From the bottom to the top, and it really ain't as lonely
See my nigga and it hurt me, he was out his mind zonin
Week later, got a call, said they found him dead foamin
And I don't do the internet beefs, the feds trollin
Got the trap goin' up on the 2's, they like Makonnen
I'm all in, and ain't satisfied till we all win
They let me in, I turned around and let my dogs in
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
Follow the code since 95, that man a lie if he don't say so
Watchin' Bobby in South Central shoot Jeannie through a potato
Time to leave my city, streets is as hot as a volcano
Plus I caught a vibe when I was ridin' down Rodeo
Vonn just got 16, can't wait until my nigga Dre home
Off papers, we stay strapped, so glad that he ain't gotta lay low
Now we drinkin' Pepsi, remember, had to drink Faygo
Five dollars, had to split it, four McChickens with light mayo
Take that bullshit out your lingo, ain't brought niggas to the table
I made lil' niggas bosses, rather teach em' than to pay em
Scheme on me, you sleepin' on me, I make sure your ass don't wake up
Get busy, have him trade your Gucci bucket for a halo
The codes, I follow those, I took a oath that I won't break em
You a rat? Then our relationship is over, ain't no make-ups
I go by the code, my nigga told I couldn't save him
Plus his music hard as fuck, but I still dropped him from the label nigga
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
East side to the west side, same shit
Real nigga a real nigga, man
Real niggas follow codes man
My nigga Meaty, what up boy
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
I live by the code and it's death before dishonor
Lil' chef of betrayal
And until it's backwards, still free, my brother Rell
Sittin' in that cell on this last year
I cried so many tears and that was just last year
Had to bury Spank, then Money T
I made it off probation, mama, I'm trouble-free
I'm too hard to guard, they gotta double me
One thing I learned is hoes tell like the Double Tree
So I do my dirt all by my lonely
From the bottom to the top, and it really ain't as lonely
See my nigga and it hurt me, he was out his mind zonin
Week later, got a call, said they found him dead foamin
And I don't do the internet beefs, the feds trollin
Got the trap goin' up on the 2's, they like Makonnen
I'm all in, and ain't satisfied till we all win
They let me in, I turned around and let my dogs in
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
Follow the code since 95, that man a lie if he don't say so
Watchin' Bobby in South Central shoot Jeannie through a potato
Time to leave my city, streets is as hot as a volcano
Plus I caught a vibe when I was ridin' down Rodeo
Vonn just got 16, can't wait until my nigga Dre home
Off papers, we stay strapped, so glad that he ain't gotta lay low
Now we drinkin' Pepsi, remember, had to drink Faygo
Five dollars, had to split it, four McChickens with light mayo
Take that bullshit out your lingo, ain't brought niggas to the table
I made lil' niggas bosses, rather teach em' than to pay em
Scheme on me, you sleepin' on me, I make sure your ass don't wake up
Get busy, have him trade your Gucci bucket for a halo
The codes, I follow those, I took a oath that I won't break em
You a rat? Then our relationship is over, ain't no make-ups
I go by the code, my nigga told I couldn't save him
Plus his music hard as fuck, but I still dropped him from the label nigga
The game done took so many of the niggas I know
Got caught up in the trap, too far to find my way home
But this is damn near all that I know
But it's too hard to leave the streets, I know it's not for me
And I'm tryna get up out the streets, I'm too old
Forgot a lot of niggas, but I ain't forgot the code, get the phone
Streets callin' me, callin' me, callin' me
But I'ma go all the way, all the way, yeah
They wanna see me falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Brantley
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