Lyrics:
to a tree, bro
Clandestine, colorful G stuck in a G code thrust into street mode
Searchin' for soul with a stolen identity
Surface low, economically
In
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
crowned. I feel the love but gotta few foes
Anomalies? Wow. Ever compete against a loophole?
G code. Cheat code. Live to rap about it? Kudos
What a time
of the greatest
I live by a code...
Most people don’t...
Better check my receipts
G. O. A. T
Won’t give out no likes
But you checking for me
Talking
Steady check
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to question me guess i'm a mystery
And yeah them folks cool but they ain't really hittin to me
And yeah comments cruel
But I think my phone broke
Why?
Cause it
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
I'm no Penny Hardaway but I got it the harder way
She know me I follow the G Code, I'm on whatever she on
And she always feel like she right so she
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
other niggas clientele
Check the man made junk for residue
Cause every fiend you miss want three or two
1. Never talk on the phone in ya house
The way am killing this beats don't you underrate
The way am killing the dress code check the murder rate
The way am killing my flows don't
instead
G5 too fly
Bad bitch
Oh my
She by my side
Real ride or die
I look like a check
Smoking top shelf straight press
She said I was next
Now I'm just
on the phone, never
Talk work on the phone
Every dollar that I made
Came from the streets, now I need a fat
Check from the industry
Heard you want my neck cuz
get around the manor yeah the g's see me
Plan-plantation the trees see me
The cats buzzing down my phone yeah the bees see me
Certain man are moving
I'm puttin' a hoe on
Still got the phone on, told my nigga do a whip do a home run
G.A.B.O.S
Game ain't based on sympathy
All I've seen is
macks out
All my jail niggas maxxed out
B.I.G. niggas
Forever nigga
What yo yo yo
Nigga what uh my gun busts like phone
shit
You ain't livin' by the code
It was just me in the cold
Now all you see is smoke
What
All you see is smoke
EightyFour
All you see is smoke
This my
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
then my P.O. boxed me
Bunch of killas wit me multiple breeds from my section
My paystubs aint the only time i got a g's on the check in
Squeeze
this shit every day bruh
Tatted like amigos
I'm getting' fresh like my free clothes
My sponsor, it maybe mama
We honor that G code
Real P's do real
Only the resilient can cope
U better lowe that Verbal
Make your eye turn purple
Like a pirate joke
When I back my sammy
Try turn man duppy
G check men
outside
He gon count his teeths
Took her inside the crib
She wanna fuck me on ecstasy
She wanna fuck on my stick
I wanna fuck on her centra c
G and G by
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