Broke the Code

Mama asked me when I'm coming home I told her I don't know
Gotta stack this bread until I'm sure this bankroll, cannot fold
Talkin on the net, that's kinda crazy Man, that's hella bold
Nigga tried to tell me that I'm a hella cold, He broke the code

Swear I can't take no disrespect, This nigga must be fucking slow
Lil' bro in the trenches tryna earn the stripes, He got the pole
Bro said he can feel my pain I told him shut up you don't know
What it's like up in the streets I swear that shit was way too cold

please Don't press me, bout, no pressure Unless you coppin extra
223 gon' hit his spine shit Made him walk like Lester
I don't need no helping hand Bitch, I don't need your gesture
All that simple minded Shit gon' get you done like Lester

Mama asked me when I'm coming home I told her I don't know
Gotta stack this bread until I'm sure this bankroll, cannot fold
Talkin on the net, that's kinda crazy Man, that's hella bold
Nigga tried to tell me that I'm a hella cold He broke the code

How the fuck you say you are my brother
Then you switch up when I need you at my low
Now you talking to them lame hoes cause you a hoe
he been talking way too much I think it's time to pull up, leave em sleep

Six feet deep, walkin with the cleats Niggas all up in the field
They getting nasty with this bitch Got some niggas clutching Draco's
in this bitch no OVO Tell them niggas they be moving way too
fucking slow Tell that pussy nigga he can't fucking hang

With us no more He been talking, he been snaking
He been faking all the bros How you say you are my brother
Then you fake up for the low Everybody switching for some
Fucking paper and some hoes

Mama asked me when I'm coming home I told her I don't know
Gotta stack this bread until I'm sure this bankroll, cannot fold
Talkin on the net, that's kinda crazy Man, that's hella bold
Nigga tried to tell me that I'm hella cold He broke the code



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Writer(s): Ysr Stan
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