You know how it goes
You see we all on this journey called life
And you're either dying to live
Or living to die
It's just that simple
You know how it goes
We live and die by the protocols
You know how it goes
We live and die by the codes
You know how it goes
We live and die by the protocols
You know how it goes
We live and die by the codes
Live and die by the code, my family slides an envelope
Full of money we could spend to a family that I ain't even met
It's perplexed at the root of all our customs and traditions
It's respect
Even if it means you're buried in debt
Take your shoes off when you come inside
Don't forget when it's time to get
Your shoes are probably thawed stat
But that's life
See there's codes in the streets
Even if you win the ***
You know the rules, you'll never speak
That's the game though
Disguise them horns with a halo
It's all about perception
Gotta protect your family name
So you better bring something to the table
To earn your seat
Empty hands don't deserve to eat
Respect women, love women, bless women
Have a good day
We wouldn't be *** without women
We wouldn't be *** without women
I know my role at Nat's house when it's company
Whipping up a cup of teas like
You know how it
You know how it
You know how it
You know how it
You know how it goes
Famers in debt, reality check
Breaking the sweat, needs to be met
I should've left the hall to get
Where does it end, are we there yet?
Settin' some money to people related to me
And I never met them in my life
Stressin' me out cause I'm workin' so hard
Oh my god, how the *** am I supposed to survive?
Don't remember learnin' how to swim
I just did as soon as dad threw me in
Skin dancin' in melanin
Chubby grin, followin' the rules is delicate
Couldn't relate to my relatives
Maybe I was just another kid
Till they see me on the televiz
I've only been to church like eight times in my life
I'm pretty sure six of them went funerals
My dad was on the I.V. like Roman numerals
My brother's fightin' bout who should go
Sick of workin' on the I.V.



Workin' in the cubicle
Family might hate me for this
But let me talk this therapy
I showed up cause I had to
Sure it wasn't voluntarily
Guess it was different than mumblin' with the parents
When they sang a lot up in the kitchen
I saw the ditch and the problems are given
Cause you know how it
You know how it
You know how it
You know how it
You know how it