Cheat Code

[Verse 1]
These rappers’ like Tesla ain’t no point in gassing em
They don’t wanna test me cause I skip class on em
I need, big bags checks on me like Kaepernick
Oh you big mad, watching all this happen and I just
Sit back
They cannot keep up with me
Cannot compete with the team
Feel like I’m curry from three
(Curry from three, yuh yuh yuh)

Don’t hit my line when it’s busy
Heard you been catching the Z’s
Sleeping was never my thing

(Never my thing)

[Hook]
Yeah I’m bout to blow dog
You needa stay out my lane, ima road hog
Yeah
I thought I told y’all
I ain’t playing games, but I got a cheat code on
Yeah
What you call that?
Got it on lock, but y’all all cap
Please don’t call me
I got a lot people counting on me

[Verse 2]
So I cannot fail
I know real ones in the field
Making plays like NFL
And I’m here dog

Tryna make a name
And the city that I’m from don’t love me any way
Anyway tho

I need chips like frito lay
I got hits that’s on the way
I could blow like any day
Any day now

They don’t wanna pay
But my time isn’t free
So get up out my face
Out my face now

I’m done tryna make friends
I’d rather make bands
I think it’s funny when I was down nobody gave me a hand
Guess It’s all part of the plan
Guess we gon see where it lands us
We tryna run us some bands up
Don’t wanna see homies in handcuffs
So I been sending my prayers up
They don’t really understand us

They don’t really understand..
Young kids with a dream, tryna get the cream
Cash rules everything that’s around me

[Hook]
Yeah I’m bout to blow dog
You needa stay out my lane, ima road hog
Yeah
I thought I told y’all
I ain’t playing games, but I got a cheat code on
Yeah
What you call that?
Got it on lock, but y’all all cap
Please don’t call me
I got a lot people counting on me

[Verse 3/outro]

Yeah
Whoa
True

Yeah they know I got the cheat code
I been getting lost in the wave like Nemo
They like “where the hell did he go?”
I been with my dogs, with my dogs, yeah my people

And they counting on me to bring it back
I got real ones wit me here, I got ones across the map
Andrei sent the beat, I kill it, then you know he bring it back
You hit my line, won’t hit you back, cause you know all I speak is fax
Facts facts

(Yeah that’s facts)

Put em in a cardiac
Flat line
Yeah I am
The one that do that
I ain’t buying
Your lies
Cause we know that you cap
Those ain’t diamonds
You lying
In all your damn raps

In all your damn raps