D e a d M a n W a l k i n g Lyrics

I say let em be, it's the word I'm the coldest in the street

You ain't really if you ain't fuckin' heard of me

You ain't real if you ain't fucking heard of

You ain't fucking heard of

(Uh) Let em be, it's s the word I'm the coldest in the street

You ain't really if you ain't fuckin' heard of me

If ain't money calling I'm gone let it ring

If it ain't money calling I'm gone let it ring

She blowing up my phone cuz' I got hoes and she on seen

You know you was dead wrong for letting niggas see yo' green

You really ain't that cold if you ain't tryna feed yo' team

You ain't tryna feed yo'

(Yeah) lemon squeeze

Do you make paper? Yeah I do that shit wit ease

Ion got time to make up, I wont fight you if you leave

I never been the type to shake up, get that paper than I leave

I had this ice in my veins since bout' the age of six

I was writing books and making money, my nickname was Mitch

I was into throwing sticks and stones, all they did was spit

Scarred from niggas lying to the king, eyebrow got a slit nigga

I say let em be, it's the word I'm the coldest in the street

You ain't really if you ain't fuckin' heard of me

You ain't real if you ain't fucking heard of

You ain't fucking heard of

I'm the realest nigga walking y'all be dumb as hell to fuck wit me

Nigga why you talking, if you knuckling then get buck wit me

Dee running for president, I'm driving its three trucks wit me

You the toughest nigga? I won't recommend to test that luck wit me