King Skie - Street Code Lyrics

King
Skie
Skieeeeeee
If any man has ears to hear, let him be listening and let him perceive and comprehend
(Mark 4:23 AMPC)
Street Code
The heat go wherever we go
You can get outline in walk chalk if you don't reload
Freak hoe, it's free throw as far as she go
Stay with blue, and all that green Drakken and Shego
Amigos, sell half of babies, veinticinco
Shooters will catch you in dark then you faneto
A hero, I'm not a slave, don't owe you zero
God chose to enter in my to help me free those from street codes
You hear that sword that's how I'm rocking
Ain't worried bout running the streets, because of the Lord I tell you to stop it
Cause the enemy always prowling
He Enticing souls, he plotting
He got Lor boys killing these people
And He got Lor girls out here keep thotting
We need kids to see better options
Cause the media making a profit
If you hear what I'm saying
Need to learn what I'm saying
I pray to God that you got it
I'm not smart because I went to college
I feel smarter cause I learned from Ivan
I know kids that won't see the crack of dawn cause last night he was sliding
His homeboys the ones that shot em
He died on his way to Hopkins
Ain't even show the kid no mercy
Cause right now they popping a bottle
Get Drunk and forget all about him
Got coke dust on his nostrils
Street Code is bros over hoes
But Lor bro got killed over a model
That's a tough pill for us to swallow
They got brains and bullets that's hollow
They riding around in a Honda coupe
With no licenses full throttle
That's a true story just told
No snitching is a street Code
This the lifestyle of young kid who involved and he all into
Street Code
The heat go wherever we go
You can get outline in walk chalk if you don't reload
Freak hoe, it's free throw as far as she go
Stay with blue, and all that green Drakken and Shego
Amigos, sell half of babies, veinticinco
Shooters will catch you in dark then you faneto
A hero, I'm not a slave, don't owe you zero
God chose to enter in my to help me free those from street codes
Come to the Lord my friend
I'm trying catch you before you end up in that morgue again
Through Christ we're born to win
In life there's more to him
I know some women treat you right, seem like they more than friends
Come back, accordion
That's Satan playing tricks
A street Code that I learned at nine was never trust a chick
Don't judge, you must forgive
But use discernment
She live her life out like a hoe, should y'all be taking trips
Y'all start exchanging lips, and now she taking pics
She got you caught up in that sin, got you out hitting licks
Gone off the perks and lean, that's All that Satan need
A sober mind, help you decline, then you'll be safe to flee
This happen to my bro, But Satan I exposed
Here to denounce all of his goals, he cast on my woes
Skie here to let you know, through Christ the narrow road
Don't let the Devil get foothold, living by street codes (Street codes!)