Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Code’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket, throwin’ up blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy, gold hand bone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the cassies
NYC, top-down, Big blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, nigga, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me
“How you make out that beef with Hov?”
Nigga, my passion
I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th and Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it’s still west side though)
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops) (f*ck 12)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most was the storytelling
That B.I.g. Shit, that nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that, “Cruisin’ Down the Street in My ’64”, R.I.p. To Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I f*ck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga
I was young too, let’s go
Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold things on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin’ and fresh, six bricks inside of Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath fort
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her, “Don’t come back here,” ’til she got a ass for it
Told her, “Run through mac and then Louis to get a bag for it”
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
F*ck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (f*ck 12)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (woo)
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang-bang (bang)
Gang-gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dan Wayne, bring the major pain-pain
Candle-light, falsified, fish fried, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit
When I’m with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red blood, ayy
Glock 45, get a big red slug
You ain’t blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud
Way before the rap, I trapped it out the coal
I didn’t know how the water whip, I straight dropped the dough
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don’t need help
Walk up on ’em with that, god help me, he a priest now
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gonna be extinct (bam)
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink (hey)
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don’t think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (f*ck 12)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
AK with the stop (stop), 30 on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (woo)