The Code

This is the code, and you know how that shit go

Nigga, this is the code

Long days trapping in the winter, no heat

Ain't no one to call me home, I've been waiting for my time

Now we bout to take it over

No, we ain't about to convo

unless we talking bout the paper

Got these bitches doing labor

I got em working everyday, bruh, look

Imma hustle till the paper through the roof

Out here grinding like there ain't nothing to do

Nigga, I be making moves, ayy