[ Verse 1 : James Virgodo]
Dime sacks, quarterpounds, eightballs,fast cars , white women , white linen
The love of money, like a fein it keeps em coming
Cash money ,Fast money , hush money, reup money
The phone chirping, ya palms itching , time ticking
Code of conduct , the product speaks
But keep ya armor
Deception and karma correlates wit d**h before dishonor
Dishonorable missions ,no honor in snitching
Ya tongue get cut, ya moms goes missing
This is facts no fiction
Roadblocks make drug dealers jaws drop,Tucking evidence in ya socks makes a n***a unorthodox fell victim to the plot
Dope game f**s witcha mental
Dope game makes ya bestfriend shoot u in the temple!
Guns and bu*ter fast talking can't studder
You become crippled to the alarms and door knocks
They goin run them j**els I'm dropping j**els don't be a fool
Get behind them walls you gonna find out who is who
Set ups and executions
Crooked cops, dirty hoes, yellow tape ducktap can't forget about the safe
Nobody safe in this life of a crime
Unwritten rules might get hammered just keep ya tools or get a 9/5 stay in school
Or become another Inmate on the news put away for life
Drug dealer synonymous