Walking Dead

[Intro] (I'm shy, oh my God) [Chorus] I pray for the living, I walk with the dead You talk down on gang, then it's off with your head 'Bout to aim for the face, I'ma paint that ho red If you think you run shit, then I'm choppin' your legs Got anxiety, sleep with that chop' by my bed I rock with the mob, you rock with the feds Send them poles on my dogs, got a choppa and a sled I sleep in a coffin, I walk with the dead I'm blowin' this dope, I'm smokin' these meds I'm weighing the pros and cons, it's dead Might take lil' loss, might make a big win I'm praying to God forgive me I sin Please do not leave me, you know that was then All in Balenci', I mix it with Rick And you that a nigga 800, lil' bitch [Verse] I count the racks, I'ma thumb it, lil' bitch And I ride with a hunnid round drum, lil' bitch And you know that them hollow tips hum, lil' bitch Hit your stomach, you gon' need somе Tums, lil' bitch I really came off of crumbs, lil' bitch Smokin' gas, I got a green thumb, lil' bitch Gotta get it 'causе mom ain't raise no bum And I know this shit mine cause I'm not dumb (Bah, brrt, run) Please do not panic, can't fuck with no punk We load up them choppas, the gang got a bunch I'm out on a TranZit, packin' a punch He feel like the man but that nigga suck Man that nigga Runtz, he smoke like a blunt Got a chop in the back, F. and N. In the front And I'm yellin' out slatt come get what you want Come get what you need, cone get what you please Get down on your knees, she beggin' she plead I'm fucking that pussy until that shit cream Rockstar not a rookie this shit is a dream Head Division they didn’t believe I bought a Bugatti, man pass me the key Cash out on a castle cause I am a king That bitch got on Nay, man R.I.P. Keed [Chorus] I pray for the living, I walk with the dead You talk down on gang, then it's off with your head 'Bout to aim for the face, I'ma paint that ho red If you think you run shit, then I'm choppin' your legs Got anxiety, sleep with that chop' by my bed I rock with the mob, you rock with the feds Send them poles on my dogs, got a choppa and a sled I sleep in a coffin, I walk with the dead I'm blowin' this dope, I'm smokin' these meds I'm weighing the pros and cons, it's dead Might take lil' loss, might make a big win I'm praying to God forgive me I sin Please do not leave me, you know that was then All in Balenci', I mix it with Rick And you that a nigga 800, lil' bitch