Street Code // Beast Mode* Roddy Ricch

[Verse 1]
Pull up in an all-black Daytona like Bruce
I know you niggas ain't gon' like that I'm tellin' the truth
I was at the corner spot, my OGs told me, "Catch and Shoot"
But I been gone so long, I been gettin' my check or two
Every time I'm on my PJ, it feel like a C-Day
I ain't been able to spend no time wit' nay-nay
But everytime I been around my family, it feel fake
Everytime they see me, they ask me "Am I tired of chasin' cake?"
But I ain't tho'
They just tryna pick my mind and get my safe code
Pesos, dollar bills and bank rolls
I would rather get chased by Five-O, than chase hoes
So I put my mind over matter
I go blind to thе chatter, me and niggas ain't compatible, woah
I just wеnt to the top, then I took this shit to the bottom, so my niggas ain't gotta climb the ladder no more, woah

[Chorus]
I abide by the street code
Walkin' on marble floors, so my feet cold
Seen feds throught the peep, peephole
No Pluto, but I'm back in Beast Mode
I abide by the street code
Walkin' on marble floors, so my feet cold
Seen feds throught the peep-peephole
No Pluto, but I'm back in Beast Mode