I act polite 'cause its nice to be nice
I put money in my pocket, now they hate on my life
I be like a crackhead and my pocket's the pipe
I much rather drop dead than switch my side
I can tell it's true love by the look in her eyes
I can tell the pills real by the color and size
Like a sherpa lined coat, I feel fuzzy inside
I could never switch up, by the code I abide
(By the code, by the code)
By the code I abide
Black trash bag look like a coat I would buy
By the code I abide
Black trash bag look like a coat-coat
At the circus where I nod
500 faces in the crowd and they singin' my song
Need a cup and a couch to lie on
Act chill, nails manicured like the front lawn
It's too viscous, your drank is stepped on
I know I'll never fit in those jeans but I can't move on
I'ma still wear 'em, why not?
Think I'm one, I'm not
By the code I abide (By the code, by the code)
By the code I abide
Black trash bag look like a coat I would buy
By the code I abide
Black trash bag look a coat
