Dress Code Lyrics - Singles - Adversity

Warm up: 

Black man with a fresh cut 

Pants sagging, see you done messed up 

Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha 

Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha 

Top down with my hat low 

Riding round wit nowhere to go 

Beat up, working on my latest flow 

(Sirens), go ahead nigga take it slow 

Verse One: 

(Nah) Why do niggas get nervous, when them sirens surface? 

Probably cause they'll stomp a nigga out on purpose 

Homie must've fit a description 

You know the one that fit the dark skin you in 

Got any weapons? Where the weed nigga? 

In other words, a reminder that we niggas 

Check my record.. the shits clean 

Grew up on the southside where they claim them streets mean 

But every weapon drawn on me, been by those with badges 

Imagine.. what that do to a teenage psyche 

Or the niggas in my hood that look just like me 

Just showing off my new pair of all blue Nikes 

Now I'm gang affiliated, with straight A's?, unlikely 

Nigga ain't even out of High School 

And they taught me life don't play by my rules 

Just sit back, shut the fuck up and be cool 

And if you don't, well, peace dude 

Orange suit, pink bottoms, that's the dress code 

In that 6, ducee, in the middle drop that O 

Private prisons shopping niggas on the low 

Line'em up and knock'em over just like some dominos 

Truth is that lil nigga had no where to go 

Just headed down the road of the life he know 

Hook: 

Black man with a fresh cut 

Pants sagging, see you done messed up 

Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha 

Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha 

This life got all kind of rules 

Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool 

Just smile and put on the best show 

But.. be weary of ya dress code 

Verse Two: 

They only like to scratch the surface 

You left ya block, now you got'em all nervous 

On elevators, they clutch they purses 

We started snatching'em, shit got worse then 

The lil homie, just dropped out of school 

Got a bitch pregnant, started flashing his tool 

Slung a lil dope and I asked why dude? 

He said... cuz that's what's nigga do 

How can you excel, when ya only hope is jail? 

When they treat you like a loser you can only expect to fail 

Gotta read between the lines, when you living in the hell 

If they hide it from ya eyes then learn to read braille 

Hidden Colors, this life don't love us 

Black woman's only hope show yo ass in them covers 

King Magazine, I thought he had a dream 

Woke up and saw Trayvon's murder scene 

Shit, look what they doing to Obama 

Brought'em into office just so he can drop bombs brah 

Protect Monsanto, snatch some civil rights 

He ain't in control yall, why can't you see the light? 

Black man's plight, black man's struggle 

Black men bred to fight, so black men hustle 

Truth is we got no where to go 

Just headed down the road of the life we know 

Hook: 

Black man with a fresh cut 

Pants sagging, see you done messed up 

Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha 

Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha 

This life got all kind of rules 

Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool 

Just smile and put on the best show 

But.. be weary of ya dress code 

Verse Three: (Spoken Word) 

Ladies and Gentleman, 

Welcome to America's wasteland, your local neighborhood ghetto 

Where the grind is so deep, we can't seem to let go 

Surrounded by pimps, playas, hustlas and fiends 

Where things are as they seem, a land with no dreams 

No hope, no ambition, but niggas still got a make a living 

Ain't no 9 to 5's so I guess its time to ride 

Got kids we gotta provide for, keep ya eyes open for 5-0 

Cuz they don't give a fuck, they toss the drugs in ya back seat to make that quota 

And the ones outside of the ghetto hear about the drama but they don't wanna know though 

So we find ourselves stuck in a cycle, 

And when you try to rise above it all best friends become rivals.. 

Hook: 

Black man with a fresh cut 

Pants sagging, see you done messed up 

Dress code got the nigga coming out'cha 

Ain't spoke one word, but they know all about'cha 

This life got all kind of rules 

Sometimes they let a nigga by if he kind of cool 

Just smile and put on the best show 

But.. be weary of ya dress code