Cheat Code

[Intro] "Ayy Tony!" [Chorus] Keep low, cheat code In this game do it exist, free throws Winter hit too soon where'd that heat go Get up in that booth let that heat flow Feel like i'm getting looked at through a peephole Am I in the zoo or i'm in the Louvre, like I ain't really wanna preach though I guess I just gotta do what I gotta do [Verse 1] Stay grounded, stay pounding Your homies that stay round ya stay rowdy Pray, that's how you was raised, stay bout it But stay open to the age, the days counted Decades made centuries I made fountains Shit was meant to be I'll stay drought-ed Ain't no buttons you could tap to get the (?) way round it Pree those cheat codes straight playground shit Just a dun half illiterate Who spun out, started kicking shit Now I'm young, smacked, and ridiculous I'm drunk sex with particular When it comes to fun facts in the literature Whatever you call will come out your dumb mouth you spittin' up You talk that bullshit, I talk at pulpits You know I do this, while you playing games I'm playing music It ain't Liberty City, it's N-Y It ain't San Andreas, it's L-A It ain't Vice City, that's M-I Holla if you feeling what I'm tryna say [Chorus] Keep low, cheat code In this game do it exist, free throws Winter hit too soon where'd that heat go Get up in that booth let that heat flow Feel like I'm getting looked at through a peephole Am I in the zoo or I'm in the Louvre, like I ain't really wanna preach though I guess I gotta do what I gotta do [Post-Chorus] What you need, dough Freak hoes giving deep throat Need more, want the cheat code Need, no, go beast mode [Verse 2] They say I'm rather coy but I'm poised Didn't dabble when I rapped, didn't have a choice It's the Apple boy If I snapped old heads said "that a boy" Never battle moist They feeling me, Achilles be travelling to Troy Don't get rattled Roy There's a lotta grief, lotta joy Sometimes all you see plots and ploys All types of fuckers tryna stop ya boy Could be ya boy, could be some bop offering top Could be the cops or boys, Officer McCoy Fucker, used to stutter but I wanted butter Couldn't mutter, had to use my voice Used to not be if you rap, but if what you wrote was toy Ya gotta make noise, oi! Look, I been across the world and I hurled So chill, to all the boys and girls [Chorus] Keep low, cheat code In this game do it exist, free throws Winter hit too soon where'd that heat go Get up in that booth let that heat flow Feel like I'm getting looked at through a peephole Am I in the zoo or I'm in the Louvre, like I ain't really wanna preach though I guess I gotta do what I gotta do [Post-Chorus] What you need, dough Freak hoes giving deep throat Need more, want the cheat code Need, no, go beast mode