Cheat Codes

Uh-huh Two-fifteen Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show Cheat code playin' wit' unlimited free throws Playin', their feet move faster than a Capri stroll Where they run in the strip like the women in peep shows Pay the price, gamble wit' ya life like Pete Rose Bust a move, paper bubble like Veuve Clicquot's Who got the streets of Philly flooded like Puerto Rico's? You get McNabbed like Donovan, it's finitos Theologians point to the trap house that God is in Go on, take his name in vain, like a phlebotomist I'm the one that tell you what time it is Never been into sellin' you promises, it's hot as a pot of grits That's not a myth, Blackness is not a monolith A lotta niggas probably gotta see psychologists To understand why we wallowin' where the bottom is And common sense isn't what they teachin' in colleges Shit, it's real when you done lost your last feelin' Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceilin' Back to stealin', to Xanax and smack dealin' That's appealin', go grab your kids and shield them Where hustlin' became an art The mantra is manage not to faint When shit ain't for the faint of heart The rated R, everybody wrists got razor marks In projects, township favelas and trailer parks The wave been a vibe Better head for the church, mosque, or synagogue Chase the Grim Reefer with Henn-ocide We need it like a hole in the head, thorn in his side It all take its toll in the end, strong niggas die Made figures who name bring became king Or became fathers and sons facin' the same thing In the hood, mouth full of blood, tastin' the same sting Playin' a game, tryin' hard to hang by the same string You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed, nigga Bad credit get your shit repo'ed, listen