text: Always used to pull up pop trunk at Chancellors
  Yeah, growing hard, falling hard, like a cancer
  Yeah, always in the city, always keep a dancer
  Yeah, she playing in my hair, she gotta keep me handsome
  Yeah, she just in the shower, s-she not with the cameras
  Never asking questions, never giving answers
  Thats the code, thats the code, to the masses
  Black bastards, black masses
  Yeah, on my 2Pac mom shit, black panther
  You flexing one-on-one, one-on-one, Kyla Prattin
  Me? On my rock-n-roll shit, Mick Jagger
  Im in these Hidden Hills with M&Ms, Kardashian
  Yeah, I might need a doctor, Aftermath is tragic
  Ive been taking all my doses, keeping up and active
  Rager aint no major, thats a black basket
  Mask it, walk on Nazareth to black caskets
  Yeah, I got the code, code to the masses 
  Im way up, way up, way up
  Till Nobody can hold wi back