cheat code

VERSE 1
Corner store light buzzin’, dice game on the curb
Two dudes bark over twenty, one of ‘em already curved
I could slide the window down, flip the script with one word
Coulda turned that twenty into bodies in the dirt
But the engine stay off, seat back, I just observe
Know the follow-up moves like I wrote ‘em on reserve
Keep your word, keep it clean, watch ‘em treat it like a curse
Loyalty look weak to ‘em, they reward the rehearsed

VERSE 2
They post every dinner, every favor, every loan
I keep receipts in a folder that my lawyer don’t own
If you private they assume that you guilty or grown
If you honest they assume that you setting the tone
For a play they can’t see, so they copy the posture
Lean like they schemin’ even when the room calmer
Values flipped, truth cost more than the armor
Performance get the bag, character get the karma

BRIDGE
Used to be confused, now I’m just cold
Understand the moves, still refuse to fold
Coulda mirrored the game, coulda chose the role
Instead I choose restraint when the dice get rolled

2066/7500

HOOK I coulda played the villain, had the cheat codes in my notes But I still walk in straight, even when the crooked route was close Quiet flex, matte-gray S-Class, windows black as ink Lemaire coat, burner folder, I don’t need the clink Venmo pop up, I decline it, say “I got you” twice Normal ain’t normal when the crooked got the price VERSE 1 Corner store light buzzin’, dice game on the curb Two dudes bark over twenty, one of ‘em already curved I could slide the window down, flip the script with one word Coulda turned that twenty into bodies in the dirt But the engine stay off, seat back, I just observe Know the follow-up moves like I wrote ‘em on reserve Keep your word, keep it clean, watch ‘em treat it like a curse Loyalty look weak to ‘em, they reward the rehearsed HOOK I coulda played the villain, had the cheat codes in my notes But I still walk in straight, even when the crooked route was close Quiet flex, matte-gray S-Class, windows black as ink Lemaire coat, burner folder, I don’t need the clink Venmo pop up, I decline it, say “I got you” twice Normal ain’t normal when the crooked got the price VERSE 2 They post every dinner, every favor, every loan I keep receipts in a folder that my lawyer don’t own If you private they assume that you guilty or grown If you honest they assume that you setting the tone For a play they can’t see, so they copy the posture Lean like they schemin’ even when the room calmer Values flipped, truth cost more than the armor Performance get the bag, character get the karma BRIDGE Used to be confused, now I’m just cold Understand the moves, still refuse to fold Coulda mirrored the game, coulda chose the role Instead I choose restraint when the dice get rolled HOOK I coulda played the villain, had the cheat codes in my notes But I still walk in straight, even when the crooked route was close Quiet flex, matte-gray S-Class, windows black as ink Lemaire coat, burner folder, I don’t need the clink Venmo pop up, I decline it, say “I got you” twice Normal ain’t normal when the crooked got the price

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