The Game - The Code (feat. 21 Savage) - Official Lyric Video [Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game] Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock) Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops) AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock) Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops) Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul) Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul) AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock) Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops) AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock) Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops) [Verse 1: The Game] I was young, black, and ashy, '42 khakis Red rag in my pocket Throwin' up Blood to any car that ever pass me Gangbang classy Gold herringbone, mama said I'm too flashy Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me I'm from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets And niggas in wheelchairs ain't never heard of Degrassi Raw hand, I'm gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee First album classic, second album classic So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin' Nas said I'd be a legend, nigga, don't gas me Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me "How you make it out that beef with Hov?" Nigga, my passion [Interlude: The Game] I was in New York the first time I heard "Dear Summer" on Hot 97 Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway Lookin' out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit I felt ambushed by New York niggas It's still West Side though [Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game] [Interlude: The Game] See the thing I miss about hip hop the most Was the storytelling That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit That Tribe Called Quest You know that, that cruisin' the street in my '64, R.I.P. to Eazy I ain't got nothin' against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas And remember, nigga, I was young too, let's go [Verse 2: The Game] Made it out the hood and some, I'm on my fourth passport God gave me all this shit, I ain't have to ask for it Gold Daytons on a '97 Honda Passport Black ski mask on, runnin' from the task force Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard Sold drugs, made straight A's, and I was playin' sports Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport Fast forward, countin' this money on Aftermath for it Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks Told her don't come back here 'til she got an ass for it Told her run through mackin' in Louis to get a bag for it I give you classics when you ask for it I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door [Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game] [Verse 3: 21 Savage] Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang (Bang) Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang Lieutenant like I'm Dam' Wayne, bring the major pain, pain Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C) Wet 'em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea) Throwin' up the pyramid, like I'm from Egypt (Gang) The hunnid round see-through, y'all so see-through (Bop) I know real Crips and they say they never see you Just like Clifford, I'm the big red Blood, ayy Glock 45, get a big red slug You ain't Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh) Way before the rap, I trappin' out the cold I didn't know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope (Oh) All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt I ain't got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt) I do this shit myself, nigga, I don't need no help Walk up on 'em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop) AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock) Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops) Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah) Couple years, real niggas gon' be extinct Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (Oh) Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (Straight up) [Chorus: 21 Savage, The Game] Director: HECTAH Animator: HECTAH Producer: Harrison Corwin Production Company: SHOTCLOCK

• published: 29 Apr 2020
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