Jenison – Cheat Code (Lyrics & Video)

Cheat Code – Jenison Lyrics

Radio Los Santos, your favorite escape

(Radio Los Santos, your favorite escape)

Yeah, Sky's looking gray over the iron bridge

City of Saints, where the sins built the empire

Don't check your rearview mirror

Just hit play

Woke with sunrise burning off the Sultan's paint

3: 00 AM, wide awake, heart colder than a saint

Pirate radio buzzing 'bout a jewelry store score

I ain't Michael, my midlife crisis starts a different war

Grew up watching Venturas shining from afar

Cash changed hands, respect left another scar

Backseat loaded, duffel stuffed with bands

Freedom keeps slipping through my bloody hands

I don't follow green GPS, I pave my own path

Dark alleys, shotgun smoke, surviving every wrath

They call me a ghost, always changing my skin

Vinewood tux yesterday, Davis hoodie again

No save points in the lives we live

Every friend's got secrets, every deal can kill

They think they've cornered me in this dead-end street

But they forgot I wrote the script for these cursed streets

Foot on the gas, white smoke fills the sky

Blowing through the toll booth, watch me fly

Remember CJ? Same recipe in the hood

Follow the train, now I am the train, understood?

Barrel still hot, armor torn to bits

Adrenaline's the fuel behind my hits

I don't want the quiet life of an NPC on the sidewalk

Walking in circles, waiting to get clipped while they talk

I'm programmed chaos, the glitch in the dark

Helicopter spotlights hunting through the park

Tell Ammu-Nation, have my next crate

Tonight I'm rewriting my own fate

Five stars at the top of the screen, the world wants me dead

Speeding across the bridge, the city shines for me

It's not fiction, it's life at the edge of the map

If life gets tough, you type in the cheat code

Five stars at the top of the screen, the world wants me dead

Speeding across the bridge, the city shines for me

It's not fiction, it's life at the edge of the map

If life gets tough, you type in the cheat code

Get filthy rich (get filthy rich)

Or die trying, staring into the abyss

(Game over)

(Game over)

(Mission Failed)

(Wasted)

(Game over)

(Game over)

(Mission Failed)

(Wasted)

Reborn in the hospital

With fifty dollars less in my pocket

But the city is still mine

Let's go–start all over again

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