The Code, Pt. 2 ft. Meaty Da General & Marlo Lashawn Lyrics

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