Verse 1

Snow on the curb, black boots, thick tread

Five big boys on the block, same bread

Cold breath smoke in the yard, red gate

Mama said, "Son, move wise, never late"

I grew up where the bus hiss loud

Where the dogs bark first and the kids don't bow

Old tin yard, one light, dim frame

Same hard name, we don't chase no fame

Brother in the back with a folded grin

Says, "One life, one shot, better go all in"

We take that walk with the chin held high

No gold on the neck, just steel in the eye

Pre-Chorus

Hear that step

Feel that weight

Five-man code