God knows ugly, he know me nigga
Soul too dirty just like the beat
They sip the dirty sprite where I'm from, purple swag through the golden teeth
Hands and knees on the down on the ground, they was praying it don't catch me
My body up late nights trynna catch sleep (yeah)
Back up early mornings to let my thoughts ride
Amusement park to the park slide
We little boys from the north side
Bullets don't let remorse fly
Methods black women cry
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the walking dead
My pen like Lucille, it give me power, im bussin' heads, yall niggas cowards
Paint my picture so grand Ray Charles could see it
Is murder considered murder if done while grieving
Cause they killed one of yours left the body on the floor
We want revenge so a hollow my friend, even the score
My pop pretend like he don't wanna extend them niggas necks
For killing robert over his pair of shoes, blood where stepin
I can't conceal my feelings just like its a weapon
I'll open carry, its get scary like Mr Terry
Ballin up in boston, the 4th quarter, yall niggas fear me
I'll pass a bullet like magic johnson, 32 dearly
F*ck all these niggas, I'll let em feel me
Gotta stay active, they trynna peel me
Niggas adaptive, f*ck how u feel g
My niggas snapping, we finna kill these nigga rappin
And tell the detective we don't know what happened
My stories smackin, the highs, the lows, the mids, the back end
Land of the dead, we all killers, but juney captain
Take two fourths of you, we playin w fractions
I endorse feelings when I b rappin
They endorse off a like and a caption
We in the land of the walking dead
We all turn to killers so self esteem can keep us feed
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
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God knows ugly, he know me nigga
Soul too dirty just like the beat
They sip the dirty sprite where I'm from, purple swag through the golden teeth
Hands and knees on the down on the ground, they was praying it don't catch me
My body up late nights trynna catch sleep (yeah)
Back up early mornings to let my thoughts ride
Amusement park to the park slide
We little boys from the north side
Bullets don't let remorse fly
Methods black women cry
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the walking dead
My pen like Lucille, it give me power, im bussin' heads, yall niggas cowards
Paint my picture so grand Ray Charles could see it
Is murder considered murder if done while grieving
Cause they killed one of yours left the body on the floor
We want revenge so a hollow my friend, even the score
My pop pretend like he don't wanna extend them niggas necks
For killing robert over his pair of shoes, blood where stepin
I can't conceal my feelings just like its a weapon
I'll open carry, its get scary like Mr Terry
Ballin up in boston, the 4th quarter, yall niggas fear me
I'll pass a bullet like magic johnson, 32 dearly
F*ck all these niggas, I'll let em feel me
Gotta stay active, they trynna peel me
Niggas adaptive, f*ck how u feel g
My niggas snapping, we finna kill these nigga rappin
And tell the detective we don't know what happened
My stories smackin, the highs, the lows, the mids, the back end
Land of the dead, we all killers, but juney captain
Take two fourths of you, we playin w fractions
I endorse feelings when I b rappin
They endorse off a like and a caption
We in the land of the walking dead
We all turn to killers so self esteem can keep us feed
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
Soul too dirty just like the beat
They sip the dirty sprite where I'm from, purple swag through the golden teeth
Hands and knees on the down on the ground, they was praying it don't catch me
My body up late nights trynna catch sleep (yeah)
Back up early mornings to let my thoughts ride
Amusement park to the park slide
We little boys from the north side
Bullets don't let remorse fly
Methods black women cry
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the walking dead
My pen like Lucille, it give me power, im bussin' heads, yall niggas cowards
Paint my picture so grand Ray Charles could see it
Is murder considered murder if done while grieving
Cause they killed one of yours left the body on the floor
We want revenge so a hollow my friend, even the score
My pop pretend like he don't wanna extend them niggas necks
For killing robert over his pair of shoes, blood where stepin
I can't conceal my feelings just like its a weapon
I'll open carry, its get scary like Mr Terry
Ballin up in boston, the 4th quarter, yall niggas fear me
I'll pass a bullet like magic johnson, 32 dearly
F*ck all these niggas, I'll let em feel me
Gotta stay active, they trynna peel me
Niggas adaptive, f*ck how u feel g
My niggas snapping, we finna kill these nigga rappin
And tell the detective we don't know what happened
My stories smackin, the highs, the lows, the mids, the back end
Land of the dead, we all killers, but juney captain
Take two fourths of you, we playin w fractions
I endorse feelings when I b rappin
They endorse off a like and a caption
We in the land of the walking dead
We all turn to killers so self esteem can keep us feed
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
We in the land of the dead, home of weak
Where the zombies come out, and poor don't sleep
Babies foam out the mouth for sum to eat
We in the land of the dead, home of the weak
Writer: Derrick Armstrong Jr
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