Living the codes of the streets its a hard burn,
How many brothers take the wrong turn,
Down the highway of death, instead of looking right and left,
Only options is,
Is to ******* robbery to the petty theif,
Tryna up their reps, only to get closer steps,
To the pen, or with the fams crying, shots of another dying,
From the heat,
*******, led to another destination, the situation,
Kind of sticky, tryna avoid the sneaks like Ricky,
Just rowdy, young boys in the hood, up to no good,
But its hard to beat, when ya tryna leave the code of the streets,
And whos there to guide us,
And lord provided us,
With a taste of the garden,
Not speakin' Madison Square,
Why am I here or there,
Street hustlers, ghetto hos pushin' *** for the **** musclers,
We just strugglers, tryna make it out the slums, and how come,
We cant get ahead,
Seems like it's always tussle for bread,
I get watch by the feds,
And they ask me where i head,
Im just tryna live the next day, got double d hidden, in display,
Blended with the cops, its an everyday matrix, playin' tricks,
Im motionless, peep how many snitches will ****,
On ya graved, at that same time, they say theyre saved,
While gettin' paid, see em grow, from a pinto to an Escalade,
Double mansion with a few maids,
It's like playing charades,
Cant catch cold feet,
From the rhythm of heat,when ya sinnin' the code of the streets
