[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, [?] 'cause I had to, turn them stones that they threw to the statue
Words that I spit came from the heart that I [?] 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
N***as 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