Kult Code - Fresh Coast

She don’t have my chain I’m just tryin' to stay wet

Let me see them kegs yeah it you want this cake yeah

You can’t hold my chain, nah, there’s a chance of rain yet

I’ma make a flash flood you just got to rain dance

She get wet then pour out, po' up then we poor out

Bottle feelings then we pour out, came up took the poor route

The homie Aaron fresh out

Sent me a message sayin' I saved his life on the inside the music kept him sane

For the bid, he was in a bad way

We used to smoke his mama’s ashes out the ashtray

Then our paths changed

I went left, he went right, could’ve been me that night

Everything happens for a reason if you see it right

Ask the universe for clarity and I view the rest

My lucid daydreams and nightmares for the few that slept

You can read the story in my wounded flesh

My past walks determine future steps

Yes

So why you checkin' on me?

When you ain’t got a check for me

You ain’t even gang like that, you went out the

Respect the code

Cause that’s the code

667 that’s the code

If you don’t know then you never know