Code (feat. T.I., Yo Gotti & Velous)

I had the feds tappin' up the phone line

My mama number and the whole nine

Every day, they was takin' pictures

No paparazzi, just the Po' nine

Dirty money, had to clean it out

Like the linens hangin' from a clothes line

I break bread with my hitters

They the ones I send to get you when it's go time

All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah)

 All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah

All I know is that 'G-code'

I ride out for my hijos

Squeeze off choppers, then reload

Pop, pop, pop, and then reload

Like Scarface with that nina

I woulda died on that scene-a

If I was Manolo, I would have stayed loyal

I never would have fucked Gina (Slatt)

And that's the difference between us

I'm like Ace in that cleaners

My mind clear and that Montclair

This my house, no time-share

I don't whip white with my mom there

Don't throw stones in that pond, there

Last year, this year, next year, that's my year

I smack a **** just like a broad

Hit harder than a parole board

He thought I was dabbin'

I reach to the left

And I came back with that forearm (Wooh)

This tree gang, I die for it

Went from state greens to that Tom Ford

From the big yard, to that Goyard

Yeah, all I know is that go hard

All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah)

 All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah

I'm a cold ****

Pull up in the Rolls

And I show ****

How I made a million off the stove ****

I be still stickin' to the code ****

Respect my old ****

Be with young ****

With them choppers out

And we them **** they be talkin' 'bout

Official ****

You know, the really, really did it ****

No internet gangsta, Twitter ****

Patek Filipe, Rolls ****

3.5 bricks for a show, ****

'Fore this side, had blow, **** (Whippin')

Middle of the summer, made it snow ****

Prayed to God, told him that I need a new life

Thanks to the streets got a 'Tru Life'

Mama said "Boy, you ain't gonna do right"

White work, black gun, 'til I see blue lights

This verse for free, 'cause you don't charge real **** (Facts)

I gave it back, 'cause you don't rob real **** (Facts)

The streets be talkin', I listen to 'em (What you say?)

**** talk, I give distance to 'em (Quiet)

That's the code, ****

Gotta live by it (Live by it)

'Cause I own the streets

I gotta die by it

'Cause I love my ****

I can't let shit slide (Shit slide)

'Cause I love my ****

I let the kid ride

All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah)

 All that I know is living by the code (Hoo, code)

(Hoo, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah

Shit

All I know is, ridin' with work in your automobile, ****

He don't pay you, you gotta go kill him

Get caught, do your time, ain't no coppin' no deals

I was raised by

The kingpins

I was yay high

**** gave me the game, and a gold chain

Never be a lame, played by

Old school, dope boy rules

'G-Code', tellin' ass ****, gotta peep though ??

The trap, it needs a camera and a peek hole

Talk in person to avoid Rico

Re-up, tell him "Bring me three more"

We up, off a quarter kilo

Now we run the city 'til our feet sore

Hey, one, day one ****

With a group of wild ass young ****

Had a plan

Either be the weight man

Or be a gun dealer

Pull a fast move on a dumb ****

Here's a fun fact

Broke bitch, can't do nothin' with her

'Cept skeet all over they concealer

Got a Draco and a bankroll

Wrapped in rubber bands

True trap ****, yeah