Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cheat Code , by - Wiki. Release date: 20.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cheat Code |
| Keep low, cheat code |
| In this game do it exist, free throws |
| Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go |
| Get up in that booth let that heat flow |
| Feel like i’m getting looked at through a peephole |
| Am I in the zoo or i’m in the Louvre, like |
| I ain’t really wanna preach though |
| I guess I just gotta do what I gotta do |
| Stay grounded, stay pounding |
| Your homies that stay round ya stay rowdy |
| Pray, that’s how you was raised, stay bout it |
| But stay open to the age, the days counted |
| Decades made centuries I made fountains |
| Shit was meant to be I’ll stay drought-ed |
| Ain’t no buttons you could tap to get the (?) way round it |
| Pree those cheat codes straight playground shit |
| Just a dun half illiterate |
| Who spun out, started kicking shit |
| Now I’m young, smacked, and ridiculous |
| I’m drunk sex with particular |
| When it comes to fun facts in the literature |
| Whatever you call will come out your dumb mouth you spittin' up You talk that |
| bullshit, I talk at pulpits |
| You know I do this, while you playing games I’m playing music |
| It ain’t Liberty City, it’s N-Y |
| It ain’t San Andreas, it’s L-A |
| It ain’t Vice City, that’s M-I |
| Holla if you feeling what I’m tryna say |
| Keep low, cheat code |
| In this game do it exist, free throws |
| Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go |
| Get up in that booth let that heat flow |
| Feel like I’m getting looked at through a peephole |
| Am I in the zoo or I’m in the Louvre, like |
| I ain’t really wanna preach though |
| I guess I gotta do what I gotta do |
| What you need, dough |
| Freak hoes giving deep throat |
| Need more, want the cheat code |
| Need, no, go beast mode |
| They say I’m rather coy but I’m poised |
| Didn’t dabble when I rapped, didn’t have a choice |
| It’s the Apple boy |
| If I snapped old heads said «that a boy» |
| Never battle moist |
| They feeling me, Achilles be travelling to Troy |
| Don’t get rattled Roy |
| There’s a lotta grief, lotta joy |
| Sometimes all you see plots and ploys |
| All types of fuckers tryna stop ya boy |
| Could be ya boy, could be some bop offering top |
| Could be the cops or boys, Officer McCoy |
| Fucker, used to stutter but I wanted butter |
| Couldn’t mutter, had to use my voice |
| Used to not be if you rap, but if what you wrote was toy |
| Ya gotta make noise, oi! |
| Look, I been across the world and I hurled |
| So chill, to all the boys and girls |
| Keep low, cheat code |
| In this game do it exist, free throws |
| Winter hit too soon where’d that heat go |
| Get up in that booth let that heat flow |
| Feel like I’m getting looked at through a peephole |
| Am I in the zoo or I’m in the Louvre, like |
| I ain’t really wanna preach though |
| I guess I gotta do what I gotta do |
| What you need, dough |
| Freak hoes giving deep throat |
| Need more, want the cheat code |
| Need, no, go beast mode |