Respect The Code

Hey, they say ignorance is bliss, huh?

I guess niggas is so blissful

Do anything for dollars, the thought of havin' a fistful

Make 'em switch sides when it lookin' grim and dismal

A coward dies a thousand deaths, no pistol

See **** nigga do **** shit 'cause they got ****ed up intentions to

Nigga got no principle, better watch who you listen to

I see it in your eyes, you weak, the lies you speak

And shit you do right now, where I'm from, you die in the streets

'Cause, boy, that ho shit

I'm in the game, I ain't worried what the coach said

And, boy, you lame, better watch how you approach that

All in your feelings, showin' all of your emotions

I'ma be a chill nig' about that ho shit

All the drama, I love it, get an erection for it

Like go to Vegas, fight police, not get arrested for it

The smoke, I'm runnin' to it, trouble with [?] it

And, hell, they blow it in your direction, you better be ready for it

Right, you're humble, arrogant, oxymoron, anomaly

Egotistical activist, master solution strategist

Full-time family man, part-time politic

Trap nigga, fashion icon, I'm all of it

Don't crucify the messenger

'Cause the message real, you need to hear it

Absorb and let it sizzle in your spirit

To all these niggas goin' out sad, actin' all weird

You embarrassin' yourself, lookie here, nigga

Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code)

Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code)

Catch insomnia, boy, don't you sleep (Keep your eyes open)

Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open

I wish I really knew how to sing for you, baby (They disrespect the code)

But since I can't, I'ma count this paper in front of you and

Shower you with these gifts and (M-M-M-M, they don't respect the code)

I'ma tell you the best shit that come to my mind and (Maybach Music)

I want you to feel like I love you, baby

Abu Dhabi, the penthouse slugs not for the amateurs

Calamari from California, came with cannabis (Came with cannabis)

Fill areas that put the team up on banisters

Pinkie rings and the other things that seen the gamblers

Count your acres, build your estates, we call it farm life

Talkin' heavy, your chains sound hollow when you charm life

Pistol poppin', you whip look polished and your broad's nice

Ke-mo sah-bee, hundred kilos just on a calm night

Glad to see me, bowl of zucchini, call it mob life

Drop the top and call the models, yes, all the tall type

Bel-Air bottles back in Beverly Hills, we balled out

Biggest boss, I'm poppin' dollars, **** what you talkin' 'bout?

Hundred racks and no Cadillacs, now pull your cars out

See you fell in and feed the felons, so they think you jealous

Say you love him and write him letters, but you never mail him

Fax, I'm at the top because I'm chargin' tax, ask

Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code)

Renzel, a.k.a Willy

Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code)

The big fish, tell 'em, uh

Catch insomnia, boy, don't you sleep (Keep your eyes open)

Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open

You're just a spectacle, you don't respect the code