作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
Young c*caine
Dream
Go to sleep, like
See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin'
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me
Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man
I made it work for me
If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man
I never take it personally
Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch
Dumb high, Marty McFly
Put down the crack, bet on myself
Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
How can a n*gga cope with that?
Man, my uncle died off a overdose
And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it
Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs
'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
Loner but I hate to be lonely
I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies
Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies
A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap
My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack
She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked
It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah)
I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga
Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear)
'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah
Gang
That's how we feel, if we die
It's like, we go kill one of them
[Beep], one of them die
'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
Then they came back
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
'Til everybody just drop it
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
[00:05.447]Young c*caine
[00:09.026]Dream
[00:11.220]Go to sleep, like
[00:17.960]See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin'
[00:21.930]Yeah-yeah, yeah
[00:24.569]Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me
[00:27.338]Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
[00:30.316]'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man
[00:32.431]I made it work for me
[00:33.685]If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man
[00:36.637]I never take it personally
[00:38.178]Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
[00:41.287]N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch
[00:44.526]Dumb high, Marty McFly
[00:46.198]Put down the crack, bet on myself
[00:48.131]Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
[00:50.978]Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
[00:54.087]Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
[00:57.404]Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
[01:00.513]These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
[01:03.752]How can a n*gga cope with that?
[01:05.084]Man, my uncle died off a overdose
[01:07.018]And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it
[01:10.335]Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
[01:13.627]I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs
[01:14.933]'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
[01:16.761]Loner but I hate to be lonely
[01:18.564]I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
[01:21.777]If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies
[01:24.885]Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies
[01:28.908]A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap
[01:31.181]My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack
[01:34.420]She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
[01:37.529]He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked
[01:41.630]It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah)
[01:44.529]I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga
[01:46.880]Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear)
[01:50.146]'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah
[01:54.534]Gang
[01:55.788]That's how we feel, if we die
[01:57.721]It's like, we go kill one of them
[02:01.065][Beep], one of them die
[02:02.841]'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
[02:04.722]Then they came back
[02:06.289]And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
[02:08.379]'Til everybody just drop it
