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Code
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Code fue publicado el 1 de mayo de 2026 por Inspired By True Events, Under Exclusive License to Playbook Distribution como parte del álbum Thinking Out Loud - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de mayo de 2026
SelloInspired By True Events, Under Exclusive License to Playbook Distribution
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM84

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crook Brown
Crook Brown
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Palmer
Marc Palmer
Composer
Jarred Corker
Jarred Corker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crook Brown
Crook Brown
Producer
Marc Palmer
Marc Palmer
Producer

Letras

Success usually follows the ones that deal first
Gunfights included if looking at real worth
It don’t hit ya till ya partner in back of a real hearse
So many of my **** in dirt
It still hurts
Survivor’s remorse
Survived and feel cursed
For every life given
A woman has given birth
For every breath taken
The living must build worth
The challenges inside
Requires the real work
Every man gotta face self
And audit they soul
The real wealth you gave away
But tarnished in gold
Now how da fuck that’s adding up
To making you whole
I bet when you break it down
It’s taking its toll
Aint no peace for no pussy
No solace for no fuck ****
Tap dancing for your master
I don’t fuck wit ya
See you through you ****
And it’s all a facade
Start as real ****
Then turn to Nicki Minaj
Any man that can turn his back on kids and his rib
I’m a leave that **** where they live
Never trust a man that’ll give away
Everything he is just to get chance to make it big
No room for a Judas when that sucker **** show they true colors
Know that yall was never really brothers
Any man cross you and he got the nerve to say that he love ya
Gone and put a stick in that sucker
I’m authentic they just a mimic
Grown ass men thats gimmicks
We can defend it
Think I’m numb to em
Fuck ****
I run through em
It’s bigger than hip hop
Dead Prez
I thumb through em
Get that paper shawty
Suckas ****
We staying far from
Realest **** in this bitch
And that this bar none
Still crook
What I’m shooting
Won’t be no Larkin
Flashback
Old crook
Likely to spark somethin’
Say mane
You just talking I ain’t impressed
Still put my nuts on the table
Live in the flesh
Still got my grip on the paper
Let’s get this check
Ty told me fuck a label
I’m the connect
Crook Brown
I be chilling where it don’t seem safe
Like where
North Philly eating a cheesesteak
Me and Yomo
Making plans
Cuz thats my brother
‘26 we on they ass
Fuck all the suckas
Any man that can turn his back on kids and his rib
I’m a leave that **** where they live
Never trust a man that’ll give away
Everything he is just to get chance to make it big
No room for a Judas when that sucker **** show they true colors
Know that yall was never really brothers
Any man cross you and he got the nerve to say that he love ya
Gone and put a stick in that sucker
Written by: Jarred Corker, Marc Palmer
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