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Gate blew open, walked out of CCDC with a mesh bag (Facts) State property, left that in the past tense, don’t look back (Gone) No PO, I’m dodging the test, cut the monitor off of my ankle Back in the city where the wolves are starved and the angles get tangled. Spot a clean track on the East Side, clocking the patterns and timing Window get smashed, electronic override, the dashboard is whining (Skrrt!) No key fob, reprogram the system, bypass the tracking device G-riding down Boulder Highway, heavy foot, gambling with life! (Let's go!) Chop shop in North Town waiting on the VIN plate, moving too fast Gotta flip the metal 'fore Metro locks down the grid and seals off the pass. Under the neon, the predators hunting, no flashing lights till it’s over Everybody sideways, everybody fronting, keeping a hand on the motor Paranoia heavy, can't trust my own shadow, the circle shrunk to a dot Brothers turning state's witness over a breakdown, singing straight to the cops. Taking your girl just to flex on your whole name, she peeped the weakness in you She in the passenger, choosing the fast game, nothing you ever could do. A crazy muthafucka, ain't no taming the mindset when the rent is all due Out on a bond, in debt to the suppliers, running till the sky turns blue. [CHORUS] In and out the bricks, man, the cycle don't stop (Never) Stripping down the VINs, always dodging the cop (Metro!) Running ’round crazy, we owning the night Living too reckless under neon light. Taking your girl, yeah she hitting my phone By the time that you notice, she ain't coming home (She gone) Sin City wilding, no code in the game Just the cell or the concrete, remember the name. [VERSE 2] (The Code & The Consequence) Wake up in the morning and your driveway is empty, just oil on the floor (Stole it) Your woman in my DM, yeah she trying to tempt me, she don't want the poor No loyalty in Vegas, everybody out for self, it’s a dog-eat-dog town Putting paper over partners, checking for the wealth, watching your crew fall down. I did a two-piece in the max, eating cold trays, learning the rules of the yard Now I’m back on the pavement, counting up the old ways, hitting the boulevard hard. Vegas nightlife, it ain't nothing but a trap for the blind and the weak Keep your mouth shut, fingers on the strap, never let 'em hear you speak (Baow!) If you know the code, then you know how we living, we don't ask for a pass Nothing is earned, everything is just took, put your foot on the gas! They’ll smile in your face while they setting the play for the detectives to raid The unwritten law: you talk, you get erased, that’s how the debts get paid. From Naked City down to the tracks, nobody safe when the money get tight The paperwork party turning your day-ones into ghosts in the night. [OUTRO] (High-pitched police sirens fading in rapidly from multiple directions) Yeah. Back in the cycle. No honor among thieves. 702. From the cells to the Strip.

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