Feel me

This for the shit

This for the **** that really do this shit feel me

This for the **** that really love this shit

Yeah

Young **** we stack it and then we throw it

We just run up the paper and that's the motive

Made this shit in my sleep so I ain't worried

All that talking is cheap you gotta show me

Young **** we stack it and then we throw it

We just run up the paper and that's the motive

Made this shit in my sleep so I ain't worried

All that talking is cheap you gotta show me

I'm still the same CODE

Same **** with the same goal

They changed up, switched angles

Angels turned to sick hoes

That pain grows when you stay low

I switch lanes when I swang doors

8 Kids man that shit CODE

8 kids man that shit CODE

So what I'm sayin thunnn

They won't believe it till yo shit gold

They won't see it till yo shit blow

Late nights in the cino

I was stacking chips black jack not the bingo

4 days past, betta have it that's ya window

Kickin down ya door I don't knock like the feens do

Jus know, I got those I got those gelatos

It don't matter how you view it, Ima let ya block know

Pour up Bel-air by the bottle not the shot hoe

Or the McQueen I gotta do it Snoop & Pac flow

Young **** tattoos I ain't Pac tho

Poetic Justice, I love a Janet when I ride out

Move to LA, now my taxes Like Lebron's house

Heard he was jealous, cuz his wifey was a side hoe

So use to stuntin, I got exotics on the line now

Coke Boys plays with me and French anytime now

Finished the tape I need ah milly when I sign now

Load up the luggage, we on a jet to Dubai now

That's CODE shit, they ain't know shit

Try to hassle me sabotage all my goal shit

Now I mastered the game, I got a whole clip

Always moving up **** know that I'm focus

I been stacking my cheddar another load hit

They gon bump it regardless never disown this

Use to wonder why all these rappers be soul less

Because they gave up they masters and they don't own shit

Young **** we stack it and then we throw it

We just run up the paper and that's the motive

Made this shit in my sleep so I ain't worried

All that talking is cheap you gotta show me

Young **** we stack it and then we throw it

We just run up the paper and that's the motive

Made this shit in my sleep so I ain't worried

All that talking is cheap you gotta show me

I'm still the same CODE

Same **** with the same goal

They changed up, switched angles

Angels turned to sick hoes

That pain grows when you stay low

I switch lanes when I swang doors

8 Kids man that shit CODE

8 kids man that shit CODE

So what I'm sayin thunnn

They won't believe it till yo shit gold

They won't see it till yo shit blow

CODE