The Code ft. Lil Bibby Lyrics

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 fuck 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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