The Code, Pt. 2 (feat. MARLO LASHAWN & MEATY DA GENERAL)

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