Respect The Code - T.I.

My guy mars

Hey they say ignorance is bliss huh

I guess n***as is so blissful

Do anything for dollars the thought of havin' a fistful

Make 'em switch sides when it lookin' grim and dismal

A coward dies a thousand deaths no pistol

See f**k n***as do f**k s**t

'Cause they got f**ked up intentions to

N***a got no principles

Better watch who you listen to

I see it in your eyes you weak the lies you speak

And s**t you do right now where I'm from

You die in the streets

'Cause boy that ho s**t

I'm in the game I ain't worried what the coach said

And boy you lame better watch how you approach that

All in your feelings showin' all of your emotions

I'ma be at your neck about that ho s**t

All the drama I love it gеt an erection for it

Like go to vеgas fight police not get arrested for it

The smoke I'm runnin' to it trouble wouldn't dare avoid

And hell they blow it in your direction

You better be ready for it

Righteous humble arrogant oxymoron anomaly

Egotistical activist master solution strategist

Full-time family man part-time politic

Trap n***a fashion icon I'm all of it

Don't crucify the messenger

'Cause the message real you need to hear it

Absorb it let it sizzle in your spirit

To all these n***as goin' out sad actin' all weird

You embarrassin' yourself lookie here n***a

Oh no n***as don't respect the code

Respect the code

Oh no act like b***hes n***as act like hoes

They disrespect the code

Catch insomnia boy don't you sleep

Keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes open your eyes your eyes open

I wish I really knew how to sing for you baby

But since I can't I'ma count

This paper in front of you and

Shower you with these gifts and

I'ma tell you the best s**t that come to my mind and

I want you to feel like I love you baby

Abu dhabi the penthouse slugs not for the amateurs

Calamari from California came with ****

Fill arenas that put the team up on the banisters

Pinkie rings and the other things that seen the gamblers

Count your acres build your estates we call it farm life

Talkin' heavy your chains sound hollow when your charm light

Pistol poppin' you whip look polished and your broad's nice

Kemosabe hundred kilos just on a calm night

Glad to see me bowl of zucchini call it mob life

Drop the top and call the models yes all the tall type

Belaire bottles back in beverly hills we balled out

Biggest boss I'm poppin' dollars f**k what you talkin' 'bout

Hundred racks and no cadillacs

Now pull your cars out

See you fell in and feed the felons

So they think you jealous

Say you love him and write him letters

But you never mail him

Fax I'm at the top because I'm chargin' tax ask

N***as don't respect the code

Respect the code

Oh no act like b***hes n***as act like hoes

Catch insomnia boy don't you sleep

Keep your eyes open

Keep your eyes open

Your eyes your eyes open

You're just a spectacle you don't respect the code