Cheat Codes

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 Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show
 Cheat code playin' wit' unlimited free throws
 Playin', their feet move faster than a Capri stroll
 Where they run in the strip like the women in peep shows
 Pay the price, gamble wit' ya life like Pete Rose
 Bust a move, paper bubble like Veuve Clicquot's
 Who got the streets of Philly flooded like Puerto Rico's?
 You get McNabbed like Donovan, it's finitos
 Theologians point to the trap house that God is in
 Go on, take his name in vain, like a phlebotomist
 I'm the one that tell you what time it is
 Never been into sellin' you promises, it's hot as a pot of grits
 That's not a myth, Blackness is not a monolith
 A lotta niggas probably gotta see psychologists
 To understand why we wallowin' where the bottom is
 And common sense isn't what they teachin' in colleges
 Shit, it's real when you done lost your last feelin'
 Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceilin'
 Back to stealin', to Xanax and smack dealin'
 That's appealin', go grab your kids and shield them
 Where hustlin' became an art
 The mantra is manage not to faint
 When shit ain't for the faint of heart
 The rated R, everybody wrists got razor marks
 In projects, township favelas and trailer parks
 The wave been a vibe
 Better head for the church, mosque, or synagogue
 Chase the Grim Reefer with Henn-ocide
 We need it like a hole in the head, thorn in his side
 It all take its toll in the end, strong niggas die
 Made figures who name bring became king
 Or became fathers and sons facin' the same thing
 In the hood, mouth full of blood, tastin' the same sting
 Playin' a game, tryin' hard to hang by the same string
 You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed, nigga
 Bad credit get your shit repo'ed, listen