Yo, this ain't a track, this is the Code, etched in the pavement of the road. You listen up closely, there's no space for the neek, you wanna run with the mandem, gotta know how to speak.
Start with the silence, keep your whole mouth on lock, if the feds start to press, you stand like a rock. You lock off the chatter, you turn off the mike, you utter one word, you're losing the fight. That statement is dead, you hear what I said? Keep the whole thing locked down in your head.
Now you check the circle, too many pagans collecting a cheque. You cut the dead grass, no space for a switch, if they haven't been in the mud, they belong in the ditch. No weak links, no space for the doubt, loyalty's the armour, never sell your boys out.
When you're building your Z's, you don't need the drip, quiet movements, keep your success zipped. The bigger the show, the hotter the heat, you flash your fortune, you're asking for beef. We move in the shadows, no shine, no flex, just focus on stacking the score and the cheques.
You better stay strapped, keep the mash on your waist, if they test your position, leave nothing to waste. Be ready to greaze in that crucial moment, you hesitate once, you know that you've blown it. If the opps wanna press, then you gotta press back, you step to the pavement, you follow the track.
And the mind has to be cold, emotion is a burden, you move like a robot, you shut up the curtain. Every action is calculated, every step must be wise, you move like a phantom, with ice in your eyes. The second you're angry, the second you've slipped, the whole plan is exposed and the mission is flipped.
Don't be a debtor, don't owe any favours, that's how the big man comes and he savours... your time and your freedom, he takes your control, you sold your own soul, you played the whole role. You fund your own movements, stand on your own two feet, independence is freedom, that's how you compete.
The escape is the code, the key to the bootz, change the dingers, change the route, leave no visible clues. Never run the same pattern, don't get too known, you move like the wind, leave the target unshown. Keep the jagaa relentless, stay ahead of the feds.
Yo, and listen, one last thing you gotta clock, keep the mission pure, the girls are a distraction, they weaken the score. No mixing the hustle, the love and the game, you'll lose everything, end up taking the blame. The business is business, the plan stays below, while she floats up above, you gotta let her go.
You own every consequence, you signed the damn scroll, you played the whole role. When the heat comes down, you stand where you fell, live by the words in this powerful spell.
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