Dead man walking like Rick Owing Two boots Two bricks I'm at the center Only took me two licks Skating with the pros? You only know two tricks You with niggas that don't ever do I'm with n****** and you know who they is We really dem and we really talented And I got it out the mud You ain't ever leave the crib God Imma show em how it's done, son I been murking every Bodymore is where I come from My pockets fiending for a lump sum And if you get up in my way Then sorry I'mma have to lump sum My n***** bout it, so doubt it We getting in ya head We getting money A tonny The bills is coming in I'm getting hungry My tummy I want these rappers' heads Slice em up I'm smooth like Michonne Make you the the Walking Dead Two peas in a pod A few queens in the car A couple gems in a jar Look how it altered the star Now all my altars got groupies 'Cause they wanna see me shine Probably land in ya broad Might hit Paris tomorrow Flow spontaneous The whip spin Tasmanian She screaming 'yeah, the mania' Baby, you too zany I'm uncanny and I'm handy She gon' walk around in her panties I'm gon' walk it off like no damage We gon' talk about all this mana Let it speak when I'm on mic Just at its peak when I'm on camera I might moonwalk like I'm Mike But I got big bags to the handles Bout my bread, chicken, and rice And it get wicked. Scented candles Planning prezis all in my mind The Walking Dead gon pay for panels Mr. Put ya toes onna phone If they ain't done, then I can't have em I might roll out with a movie You know Lights, camera, action Hi Bobby, What up, Kay? Really dem with big transactions infinite