Walking Dead lyrics

[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 sh*t, 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 n*gga 800, lil' b*tch

[Verse]
I count the racks, I'ma thumb it, lil' b*tch
And I ride with a hunnid round drum, lil' b*tch
And you know that them hollow tips hum, lil' b*tch
Hit your stomach, you gon' need somе Tums, lil' b*tch
I really came off of crumbs, lil' b*tch
Smokin' gas, I got a green thumb, lil' b*tch
Gotta get it 'causе mom ain't raise no bum
And I know this sh*t mine cause I'm not dumb (Bah, brrt, run)
Please do not panic, can't f*ck 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 n*gga suck
Man that n*gga 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 f*cking that pus*y until that sh*t cream
Rockstar not a rookie this sh*t 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 b*tch 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 sh*t, 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 n*gga 800, lil' b*tch