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The Game - The Code (Audio) ft. 21 Savage
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Songwriter
Cash Jones
Cash Jones
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
Reuben Bell
Reuben Bell
Songwriter
Titus E Johnson
Titus E Johnson
Songwriter
Jerry Strickland
Jerry Strickland
Songwriter
She’yaa Bin Abraham Joseph
Songwriter
Brandon Sewell
Brandon Sewell
Songwriter
Chris Anthony Malloy Jr.
Chris Anthony Malloy Jr.
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Uforo Ebong
Uforo Ebong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Prince, Amir Motamedi
Producer
Titus E Johnson
Titus E Johnson
Producer
Big Duke
Big Duke
Producer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mastering Engineer
Tec Beatz
Tec Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stop (Stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
[Verse 2]
I was young, black, and ashy, 42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin' up Blood to any car that'd ever pass me
Gang bang classy
Go hambone, mama said I'm too flashy
**** wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I'm from Compton where the bitches carry rackets
And **** in wheelchairs ain't never heard of Degrassi
Raw and I'm gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top-down, B.I.G. blastin'
Nas said I'd be a legend, ****, don't gas me
Hot in '97, Funk Flex had to ask me:
"How you make out that beef with Hov?" ****, my passion
[Verse 3]
I was in New York the first time I heard "Dear Summer" on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin' out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York ****
Still Westside though
[Verse 4]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
[Verse 5]
See, the thing I miss about hip hop the most was the story telling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit, that Tribe Called Quest
You know, that, that cruising down the street in my '64, r.i.p. to Eazy
Ain't got nothing against new hip-hop, I fuck with all you ****
And remember ****, I was young too, let's go
[Verse 6]
Made it out the hood, and some
I'm on my fourth passport, God gave me all this shit
I ain't have to ask for it
Gold Daytons on the '97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin' from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it
And I had the stash for it, foot on the break, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A's, and I was playin' sports
Youngin' and fresh, six bricks inside of Jansport
Fast forward, countin' this money, owe Aftermath for it
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her, don't come back here till she got a ass for it
Told her, "Run through MAC and then Louis then get a bag for it"
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything, Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, **** forgot to lock the back door
[Verse 7]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Woo)
[Verse 8]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (Bang)
Gang-gang, get a **** stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I'm Dame Wayan
Bring the Major Payne, Payne
Kinda like thots fry fish for our gang-gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G-Shit
Wet 'em with the chopper, watch a **** get seasick
Throwing up the pyramid like I'm from Egypt
The hundred round see through, y'all so see through
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I'm the big red Blood
Glock .45 get a big red slug
Yeah, blood you a bitch, you a big red stud
Way before the rap, I trapped in out the cold
I didn't know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seat belt
I ain't got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt
I do the shit myself, ****, I don't need help
Walk up on 'em with the, God-help-me, he the priest now
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, deuce deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got 1 Up Top
Couple years, real **** gon' be extinct
Bitch, I gotta MAC 10 under this mink
Pull up, let it blink, ****, I don't think
Yo hood Titanic we gon' make that shit sink
[Verse 9]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul ('Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Written by: Big Duke, Chris Anthony Malloy Jr., Bongobytheway, Cash Jones, Jayceon Taylor, Jerry Strickland, Prince, Amir Motamedi, Reuben Bell, She’yaa Bin Abraham Joseph, Stanley Benton, Tec Beatz, Brandon Sewell, Titus E Johnson
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