I act polite 'cause its nice to be nice I put money in my pocket, now they hate on my life I be like a crackhead and my pocket's the pipe I much rather drop dead than switch my side I can tell it's true love by the look in her eyes I can tell the pills real by the color and size Like a sherpa lined coat, I feel fuzzy inside I could never switch up, by the code I abide (By the code, by the code) By the code I abide Black trash bag look like a coat I would buy By the code I abide Black trash bag look like a coat-coat At the circus where I nod 500 faces in the crowd and they singin' my song Need a cup and a couch to lie on Act chill, nails manicured like the front lawn It's too viscous, your drank is stepped on I know I'll never fit in those jeans but I can't move on I'ma still wear 'em, why not? Think I'm one, I'm not By the code I abide (By the code, by the code) By the code I abide Black trash bag look like a coat I would buy By the code I abide Black trash bag look a coat