[Verse 1]

Yo, I was still working a nine-to-five

Times when I was attracted to thugs and flyest guys

Back when my occupation was being his ride-or-die

But now we're autistic 'cause it's hard to see eye-to-eye

Look, I'm on a different type of time

Ain't ready to be his housewife or bride

Was around five or nine, felt my purpose to my whole life defined

But I had no intentions to fill they shoes, I'd rather go find my size

Never understood when rappers get a nice hand of stacks

Then they spend it all on clothes and nice fancy bags

Keys told me, "Save your money, you can buy land with that

But if you go broke, don't and blame the white man for that."

They use our face as a token and show blacks get support

We play dumb but we know what it's actually for

But in order to beat the system, you gon' have to conform

Be a wolf in sheep clothes, The Spook Who Sat by the Door

[Chorus]

Live by the code, drive by the foes

Hide by a chrome, get advice from the pros

I'ma do it until God says it's time to go

Took a pen, told my thoughts to a pot of gold

Live by the code, drive by the foes

Hide by a chrome, get advice from the pros

I'ma do it until God says it's time to go

Took a pen, told my thoughts to a pot of gold

[Verse 2]

Look, tote 'cause I had to, turn them stones that they threw to the statue

Words that I spit came from the heart that I wrotes like a tattoo

I'm reminiscin' on them days I was broke, it was past due

With no heat, I wore a coat just to go to the bathroom

Flowin' right past your ten toes when I pass through

I used to tell jokes in the classroom to cope with a bad mood

My ex told me "Stay alert 'cause popo gonna rash you

They ull in for questions keep your mouth closed when they ask you"

Bitch, I made it out

Standing tall with my right hand guarding the neighborhood

Block drug dealers was our Santa Claus

Freedom is a privilege that you only get when you train your thoughts

Wisdom is the key to unlock the cuffs when they chain your arms

Yo, you only get what you give

Food for thought never spoils if it's been in the fridge

Niggas talk about money they used to get as a kid

But that type of shit don't matter if you can't get it again

Facts

[Chorus]

Live by the code, drive by the foes

Hide by a chrome, get advice from the pros

I'ma do it until God says it's time to go

Took a pen, told my thoughts to a pot of gold

Live by the code, drive by the foes

Hide by a chrome, get advice from the pros

I'ma do it until God says it's time to go

Took a pen, told my thoughts to a pot of gold