Dead Man Walking
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man walking, end up like yo bread man
I understand you worked hard, that explains your flexing
That's method to your madness
Congrats, you upgraded ya status
world in ya hands, you feel like you atlas
But keep it mellow, cause like orthello, this can end up in tragic
You a good fellow, came from ghetto, you beat the system combatant
But think about the crack addicts
And the ones behind bars or lives that are stagnant
prolly kill them a Nigga just to say that they have it
And you was a dead man once they seen you was flexing, They started pulling to you like you was a magnet
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
You pull up, whipping a rari
Burnouts, you show out at parties
Some folks there don't think of you highly
Then bullets start flying at ya body
When money involved, folks be fed
They want ya bread
They want ya dead
They Don't care if it's history, they not ya friend
Some folks think money last to the end
The higher ya status, the deader the man
He helped you out once, now you in debt with the man
Watch folks actions, that's really they plan
Some of these friends really a scam
How I spawn in these racks they think I'm a cheat code
My fortune a vice I can't trust these people
Clutching my nine looking through the peephole
You can't hide nothing from me I got eyes like eagles
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man walking, end up like yo bread man
I understand you worked hard, that explains your flexing
That's method to your madness
Congrats, you upgraded ya status
world in ya hands, you feel like you atlas
But keep it mellow, cause like orthello, this can end up in tragic
You a good fellow, came from ghetto, you beat the system combatant
But think about the crack addicts
And the ones behind bars or lives that are stagnant
prolly kill them a Nigga just to say that they have it
And you was a dead man once they seen you was flexing, They started pulling to you like you was a magnet
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
You pull up, whipping a rari
Burnouts, you show out at parties
Some folks there don't think of you highly
Then bullets start flying at ya body
When money involved, folks be fed
They want ya bread
They want ya dead
They Don't care if it's history, they not ya friend
Some folks think money last to the end
The higher ya status, the deader the man
He helped you out once, now you in debt with the man
Watch folks actions, that's really they plan
Some of these friends really a scam
How I spawn in these racks they think I'm a cheat code
My fortune a vice I can't trust these people
Clutching my nine looking through the peephole
You can't hide nothing from me I got eyes like eagles
Dead man, What you doing, in this moment
You got all these millions and they want it
Poverty, all these poor men see you flexing
And Now they starting to envy and want you dead man
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Writer(s): Chris Brooks
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