[Intro] Click-clack, chamber load, city lights bleed red Code of the steel, only language that ain’t dead No second chances, no soft exits, pure lead Live by the barrel or die by the thread [Verse 1] Wake up with the cold kiss of polymer on the thigh Heartbeat syncs to the slide, every second a lie Streets taught the curriculum, inked in gunpowder lines Loyalty measured in mags, betrayal paid in spine I move like the ghost in the clip, hollow-point sermons No preacher needed, the recoil is the sermon Count the bodies in the ledger, every name a debt Bullet code written in blood, no erasers, no reset Trap in the trunk, metal in the marrow, veins full of chrome Every corner’s a courtroom, every stare is a tome I speak in calibers, sentences end with a spark Life’s a loaded chamber and I’m kissing the dark [Chorus] Bullet code, bullet code Live by the gun, die by the load No soft landings, no safety, just the road Click, bang, fade — that’s the only ode Bullet code, bullet code Trigger finger scripture, streets got the mode One wrong move and the concrete’s your abode Bullet code, forever in the cold [Verse 2] Night shift in the shadows, silencer for a friend Every deal is a dice roll, every handshake pretends I wear the iron like a second skin, polished and primed Code of the clip: never empty, never timed They talk peace in the daylight, plot in the rain I answer with velocity, pure kinetic pain Metaphors of the muzzle flash painting the brick Stories end in shell casings, no rewrite, no trick Grew up counting shells like they were birthday candles Now the cake’s on the curb and the frosting’s the scandal Move in packs of wolves with chrome teeth and no smile Bullet code’s the only law that lasts more than a while [Chorus] Bullet code, bullet code Live by the gun, die by the load No soft landings, no safety, just the road Click, bang, fade — that’s the only ode Bullet code, bullet code Trigger finger scripture, streets got the mode One wrong move and the concrete’s your abode Bullet code, forever in the cold [Bridge] No heroes in the smoke, just survivors with scars Every scar’s a chapter, every chapter ends hard I don’t pray to the night, I just arm it and wait Bullet code don’t forgive, don’t negotiate, don’t debate Chamber spins like fate, hammer drops like truth Either you’re the one holding or you’re the one in the booth No middle ground, no grey, just black powder and red Live by the code or the code makes you dead [Verse 3] Last round in the magazine, still walking the line City’s a shooting range and the targets are mine I don’t flinch at the sound, I become the report Echoes in the alleyways, death is the sport Trap metal in the veins, heavy like the steel Every bar is a bullet, every bar makes it real They want the soft version, I give the full auto truth Bullet code etched in the bone from the days of my youth No redemption arcs, no slow fade to black Just the final click and the world going slack I was born with the safety off, raised on the trigger Bullet code’s the only god I ever figured [Final Chorus] Bullet code, bullet code Live by the gun, die by the load No soft landings, no safety, just the road Click, bang, fade — that’s the only ode Bullet code, bullet code Trigger finger scripture, streets got the mode One wrong move and the concrete’s your abode Bullet code… forever in the cold [Outro] Chamber empty… or is it? Click.
