CODE OF HONOR (Explicit) - 21 Savage/G Herbo
Lyrics by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Taurus Bucy Currie Jr/Brian Campi/Herbert Randall Wright III/Andrew Hale/Sade Adu
Composed by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Taurus Bucy Currie Jr/Brian Campi/Herbert Randall Wright III/Andrew Hale/Sade Adu
Produced by：Taurus/Casper
Not Johnny cuz hell nah man **** like that was difficult was like
When bro passed that **** was it wasn't expected 'cause like
Like that ain't no nigga you thought that would die you know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga always had a good eye nigga always on point like the way he move like
So like hearin' Johnny died like what?
Like that nigga was untouchable
Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor man it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me ***** boy I wish you would
**** a shooter nigga I'll do it
Hundred M's I done ran through it
Iced the bros out like I'm 'posed to do it
You think I'm bluffin' nigga call my jeweler
Twenty chains like I'm Rick the Ruler
Late night serving it was just me and my Ruger
Hollow hit your head and matter come out your medula
Wrecked the hotbox on the move my mama called a Uber
Scared to be myself around you feel like I might lose you
Larry got killed with his mama I broke into pieces
I'ma up this ***** and blam soon as you get to reachin'
I was adolescent thuggin' didn't no OG teach me
Treated buddy like my blood and he was ****in' leechin'
I just want the best for you my nigga I ain't preachin'
You got envy in your heart and that's why we ain't speakin'
Soon as I became successful like our bond weakened
Better thank God that I ain't smack your ass and leave you leakin'
Tattoos cover my face
Scars on my whole body
On the cup bad I'm missing Johnny
I had shootouts with him right beside me
Code of honor man it's understood
I gave everything to my hood
Call me ***** boy I wish you would
**** a shooter nigga I'll do it
Worth some millions I was still posted in the trenches
Wartime we goin' for it like it's fourth and inches
Phew
Poured a four of Act' with Gilly 'fore he took his sentence
Old days he was twice my age not to mention
Yeah
I told Kobe not to walk home but he didn't listen
Mhm
I heard every shot go off when them nigga hit him
Damn
Before this rap **** got turnt I really been on missions
That's why anywhere on earth I blend in with the killers
Still remember that first hit I blew a .32 whole six
Back and forth now this ***** lit I had to graduate to a stick
You ain't never pull up in four whips jump out
Skrrt leave everybody on they ****
Grah
I got aim I don't need no switch no cap I'ma empty this ***** quick
Can't believe that I got rich
Dad to move my mama way out to the sticks 'cause nigga wicked
I couldn't end up like some ones I once loved and be a statistic
Act like hoes 'cause they can't kick it
Or worse than that they turn to witnesses
Beat the streats sometimes I miss it
Dead friends tatted in my skin
I lost Greg damn I miss my twin
I lost Rock all I did was spin
Swear to God I would do it again
In my feelings got me **** abusin'
Only thing that saved me was music
Got my Glock on me I'm ridin' cruisin'
**** a hitter nigga I'll use it
