| Code of honor |
| Yeah |
| Yo, yo |
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| Code of honor |
| Thinkin' 'bout the way I was a cold reminder |
| That's besides the point, you in a bind, huh |
| I'm in it for the long stretch until my time's up |
| Dancing with a solemn breath, I was grinding |
| Stone Island trench with the sherpa lining |
| Yeah, I got a problem, I keep coppin' product |
| Material, material, the knit Prada |
| Half-zip, full zip, nigga pick your poison |
| Pot whippin', potstickers, they get dipped in hoisin |
| Wind stop a suit, the number two Jordans |
| Truth what I pursue, it's nothin' more important |
| Call Lordy, that's my big brother out the D.C |
| Streets be full of broken hearts and glass pieces |
| This a stream of thoughts, the whole plot got a thesis |
| Some need to sober up, and some need Jesus |
| Cup runneth over |
| The blood drippin' on the cement |
| Niggas in a jam, locked down, screamin' "Free them" |
| Freedom ain't free until we all win |
| I'm all in, I print the bloody hand up on the Spalding |
| Loss, this is something I repeat very often |
| Coughin' |
| Weed a substance I don't get involved with anymore |
| Had my wings clipped just to let me soar |
| Cold air creepin' through the door |
| I'm in a brown stone, I'ma metamorph |
| Found a better source to draw from, it's not your's |
| It's within me |
| Take a ride, I'll take you on a tour |
| Mid-city, out the Bed-Stuy, all around the world, I'm off Christy |
| Shootin' bare shots at the goalie |
| Keep it calm, but don't tempt me |
| Warrior in the garden all alone, you could miss me with the bullshit |
| Got a couple niggas waitin' patient in the bullpen |
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| That's just how it is, world keep turnin', solamente vivir |
| Demons at the crib, I got the fuck up out of there |
| Say a lil' prayer, then I spark another square on this journey 'til it end |
| Bend, won't break, don't take from the giving tree |
| Reciprocation play a vital role within this recipe |
| My reckonin' broken |
| Got it through my thick skin, true would take a village, gotta get it on your |
| own |
| Woah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Gotta let you know |
| If you ain't know though |
| Uh |
| That's just how it is, world keep turnin', solamente vivir |
| Demons at the crib, I got the fuck up out of there |
| Say a lil' prayer, then I spark another square on this journey 'til it end |
| Bend, won't break, don't take from the giving tree |
| Reciprocation play a vital role within this recipe |
| My reckonin' broken |
| Got it through my thick skin, true would take a village, gotta get it on your |
| own |
| You best know |
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