Walking Dead Lyrics

Cash on me like clothes

Pockets filled, feel my bulge

Eyes low cuz I smoke dope

Stay so high I fly low

Niggas salty, like silos

No coffee in my cup, I'm woke

Nobody livin, this survival

The walkin dead is all I know

Cash on me like clothes

Pockets filled, feel my bulge

Eyes low cuz I smoke dope

Stay so high I fly low

Niggas salty, silos

No coffee in my cup, I'm woke

Nobody livin, this survival

The walkin dead is all I know

Cash on me like clothes

I'm the new nigga, strike a pose

I Rose like Derrick

I chose

Not to be a parrot

Yall type hoes

Seein signs like crows

She seein stars cuz I rose

Below par based on my prose

Shakespeare- and Plato-type flows

Socrates light smoke

Exhale out my nose

Prophecies, theorized dope

Exiled for my quotes

Students build on my ideologies

Teach and publish my notes

Degraded, hated, unappreciated

Basically on trial cuz I'm woke

Hotep, oh no

How we let these hoes step on Sphinx toes

Smell the bullshit, don't need nose

Gimme that, you don't need those

If more knew, I woulda freed more

I'm locked in, keep the keys close

I wrote this in code, keep the key close

Malcolm Little's BDay is the key code

Cash on me like clothes

Pockets filled, feel my bulge

Eyes low cuz I smoke dope

Stay so high I fly low

Niggas salty, silos

No coffee in my cup, I'm woke

Nobody livin, this survival

The walkin dead is all I know

Wait

Put some more greens on my plate

I need a couple a safes

Put me a house on the lake

Chasin a couple estates

28, I only ate a couple a steaks

I ain't raisin the stakes

I'm just sunnin you niggas

Till raisins may as well be takin ya place

Dig in that badge like a DJ diggin in a crate

Bitch yo backup too late

This for Philando, pig, face ya fate

Tooth for a tooth till all we drank is shakes

Eye for an eye now noone face the snakes

Nobody real, but everybody fake

Shit look crooked, I'm straight

Shit look crooked, I'm straight

It's Cheikh, bitch, checkmate

Hit the stage, bitch, check made

Reesey say switch my king wit my rook

You pussies prolly think it's sex change

Ankle, waist, hand, neck; chain

Ancestors by the neck hang

It's been one fucked up chess game

What's understood don't get explained

Cash on me like clothes

Pockets filled, feel my bulge

Eyes low cuz I smoke dope

Stay so high I fly low

Niggas salty, silos

No coffee in my cup, I'm woke

Nobody livin, this survival

The walkin dead is all I know