The Code (feat. Lil Bibby)

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Live by the code, do what I say Keepin' a pole, dodgin' the fake
I'm in the zone, she on the same I'm on the phone, makin' a play
Back on the road, I'm on the press I had to flex, put em to shame
All that I know, never relax Bigger begets , cover the pain

Ridin' the city and livin' in states Stackin' this money and feelin' this waste
Callin' lil' baby to live it again Ditchin' the payload, I'm shippin' the freight
Buildin' up dollars and makin' it rain Lovin' the baldies, I wanted a taste
Livin' in stable, I'm runnin' the race Ditchin' the payload, I'm shippin' the, uh

Tati, forgive me, I left you on read Then you had died , I had so much to say
Thought I was too busy gettin' this bread I should've been there to hug on your face
I should've been there to love you the same Now it don't matter, the feelings don't add up
And all of this money, it don't make a difference If I only use it to run from the pain, uh

Terror of trial and error is bottomless Triathalon  in a dark abyss
Try havin' faith after 40 years Even your echoes is counterfeit
Countless attempts after pushin' uphill Fightin' insanity, voided the thrill
Doin' the damage, I deal with it later It's probably the reason I panic at rages

Part of my ritual, steppin' on stages I might come alive and I know I'm amazing
Processin' trauma, I'm in the end stages I dealt with the drama, I'm back out in Vegas
Schedule tight, but I fit in my baby I'm burnin' another and sit where it's shady
Classical but wasn't born in the 80s Jump in that melanin like the Euphrates

Born again, ready to die for my baby I'm Bonnie and Clyde in the back of Mercedes
Meditate, levitate, rapture my baby We skippin' the broom in the pastor my baby
Had a put one in  his head Caught him talkin' to the feds
Lotta drama, lotta bread Got his spotless mama dead

Had to bleed him, so I read him Some Ephesians  while he bled
I ain't sorry, I just hope he had some mercy on you, bitch
Not the season for the opps That's always beefin' with the kid
Lil , baby, I keep stacks on it Main man keep a deck on me

Heard you sneak dicks in your raps, homie How my youngins do you like they racked Tony
Real nigga, I spit facts on it And I heard you still at your mama crib
You gon' have to leave the nest, Jody Show you how to get a check, Jody
Young nigga and I'm from the hood All a nigga know it's still Doug

I'm a street nigga, I'm a plug thug I get real love, bitch, I sell drugs
Keep that on the low, lotta niggas tellin' Why the f*ck is you
What about what I'm sellin'? Make a snitch, nigga, take a trip to heaven
Pull up on this block with the Mack 11

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