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My Guy Mars Hey, they say ignorance is bliss, huh? I guess niggas is so blissful Do anything for dollars, the thought of havin' a fistful Make ‘em switch sides when it lookin' grim and dismal A coward dies a thousand deaths, no pistol See fuck nigga do fuck shit ‘cause they got fucked up intentions to Nigga got no principle, better watch who you listen to I see it in your eyes, you weak, the lies you speak And shit you do right now, where I'm from, you die in the streets ‘Cause, boy, that ho shit I'm in the game, I ain't worried what the coach said And, boy, you lame, better watch how you approach that All in your feelings, showin' all of your emotions I'ma be a chill nig' about that ho shit All the drama, I love it, get an еrection for it Like go to Vegas, fight policе, not get arrested for it The smoke, I'm runnin' to it, trouble with [?] it And, hell, they blow it in your direction, you better be ready for it Right, you're humble, arrogant, oxymoron, anomaly Egotistical activist, master solution strategist Full-time family man, part-time politic Trap nigga, fashion icon, I'm all of it Don't crucify the messenger Letras de canciones‘Cause the message real, you need to hear it Absorb and let it sizzle in your spirit To all these niggas goin' out sad, actin' all weird You embarrassin' yourself, lookie here, nigga Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code) Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code) Catch insomnia, boy, don't you sleep (Keep your eyes open) Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open I wish I really knew how to sing for you, baby (They disrespect the code) But since I can't, I'ma count this paper in front of you and Shower you with these gifts and (M-M-M-M, they don't respect the code) I'ma tell you the best shit that come to my mind and (Maybach Music) I want you to feel like I love you, baby Abu Dhabi, the penthouse slugs not for the amateurs Calamari from California, came with cannabis (Came with cannabis) Fill areas that put the team up on banisters Pinkie rings and the other things that seen the gamblers Count your acres, build your estates, we call it farm life Talkin' heavy, your chains sound hollow when you charm life Pistol poppin', you whip look polished and your broad's nice Ke-mo sah-bee, hundred kilos just on a calm night Glad to see me, bowl of zucchini, call it mob life Drop the top and call the models, yes, all the tall type Bel-Air bottles back in Beverly Hills, we balled out Biggest boss, I'm poppin' dollars, fuck what you talkin' ‘bout? Hundred racks and no Cadillacs, now pull your cars out See you fell in and feed the felons, so they think you jealous Say you love him and write him letters, but you never mail him Fax, I'm at the top because I'm chargin' tax, ask Oh, no, niggas don't respect the code (Respect the code) Renzel, a.k.a Willy Oh, no, act like bitches, niggas act like hoes (They disrespect the code) The big fish, tell ‘em, uh Catch insomnia, boy, don't you sleep (Keep your eyes open) Keep your open (Your eyes), your eyes open You're just a spectacle, you don't respect the code From Letras Mania