Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stick To The Code, artist - Marlo. Album song 9th Ward God, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Stick To The Code |
Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty |
We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets |
Just to feed the family we play for keeps |
Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep |
Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it |
Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits |
For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about |
it |
We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent |
Talk is cheap, and I’m ridin' 'round with that heat |
Keepin' that tool for niggas that creep |
I been servin' all day in them streets |
Keepin' that gas so give me me |
F&N my mini-me |
Strapped up nigga with two-two-three |
I ain’t playin' no games, nigga finish me |
And this big dope off a big boat |
Gave my young nigga dreams and big coke |
Told him run up all them pesos |
Young niggas ride about what I say so |
If you catch a body then you lay low |
And the pack from central pejo |
With that bitch walkin' down Rodeo, hell yeah |
Still runnin' 'round with that call 'cause I’m a player |
And them big old extras came off a big old bale |
If you stayed down nigga you never failed |
And when my daughter died I gave these niggas hell |
These niggas pussy and I know these niggas 12, yeah yeah |
Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty |
We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets |
Just to feed the family we play for keeps |
Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep |
Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it |
Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits |
For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about |
it |
We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent |
A lot I’m tryna conquer |
Middle finger to the judge, it’s death before dishonor |
He said the birds fly south, it’s been a cold summer |
Cold teeth for that paper, I’m a road runner |
Say, say it’s gon' rain before it gets sunny |
Get a whole brick and wrap it like a mummy |
Want the money, had to cut niggas off 'cause they flunky |
They know I’m dope, ain’t no way that they control the substance |
F&N don’t clutch, I’m paranoid, so please don’t butt |
We the real ones, they can’t help to acknowledge us |
If you keep it sold, never talk, you get a plus |
For the root of all evil, still in God we trust |
Stick, stick to the code, move 'bout loyalty |
We ain’t runnin' to no police, keep it in the streets |
Just to feed the family we play for keeps |
Early bird get the worm first, I barely sleep |
Uh, you can’t just talk the talk, young nigga you gotta be about it |
Straight cash, no change, it’s rare that I see deposits |
For these racks in my denim, I send 'em, I send 'em, my niggas they goin' about |
it |
We taking them chances, ain’t speakin' no names, we keepin' the code silent |