Cheat Codes

[Intro]

Uh-huh

Two-fifteen

[Verse]

Young gunners in beast mode, canine teeth show

Cheat code playing with unlimited free throws

Playin', their feet move faster than a Capri stroll

Where they runnin' the strip like the women in peep shows

Pay the price, gamble with 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 selling 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 wallowing where the bottom is

And common sense isn't what they teaching in colleges

Shit, it's real when you done lost your last feeling

Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceiling

Back to stealing, to Xanax and smack dealing

That's appealing, go grab your kids and shield them

Where hustling became an art

The mantra is managed, not defanged

Where 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 facing the same thing

In the hood, mouth full of blood, tasting the same sting

Playing a game, trying hard to hang by the same string

You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed, nigga

Bad credit get your shit repoed, listen