Black Thought, Danger Mouse - Cheat Codes lyrics
[Black Thought, Danger Mouse - Cheat Codes lyrics]
Uh huh
Two-fifteen
Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show
Cheat code playing with 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 with 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 selling you promises
It's hot as a pot of grit's
That's not a myth
Blackness is not a monolith
A lotta niggas probably
Gotta see psychologists
To understand why we wallowing
Where the bottom is
And common sense isn't what
They teaching in colleges
Shit, it's real when you done
Lost your last feeling
Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceiling
Back to stealing, to Xanax and smack dealing
That's appealing
Go grab your kids and shield them
Where hustling became an art
The mantra is managed, not defanged
Where 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 it's toll in the end
Strong niggas die
Made figures who name bring became king
Or became fathers and sons
Facing the same thing
In the hood, mouth full of blood
Tasting the same sting
Playing a game
Trying hard to hang by the same string
You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed
Nigga
Bad credit get your shit repoed, listen
Two-fifteen
Young gunners in beast mode, K-9 teeth show
Cheat code playing with 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 with 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 selling you promises
It's hot as a pot of grit's
That's not a myth
Blackness is not a monolith
A lotta niggas probably
Gotta see psychologists
To understand why we wallowing
Where the bottom is
And common sense isn't what
They teaching in colleges
Shit, it's real when you done
Lost your last feeling
Jump, then bounce back off the glass ceiling
Back to stealing, to Xanax and smack dealing
That's appealing
Go grab your kids and shield them
Where hustling became an art
The mantra is managed, not defanged
Where 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 it's toll in the end
Strong niggas die
Made figures who name bring became king
Or became fathers and sons
Facing the same thing
In the hood, mouth full of blood
Tasting the same sting
Playing a game
Trying hard to hang by the same string
You better get the cheat code or get RICO-ed
Nigga
Bad credit get your shit repoed, listen