Lyrics Lil Berete – Walking Dead
Text:
They came and took my last
Friendship had a crash
I started seein’ cash, but I’d never seen the cane
With shit locked to my leg
Forever stay the same, I would never keep upset
A lotta people talkin’ ’cause they want my head
Want my head, I know they want my head
Stab me in the back, I be walking dead
Walking dead, like I’m walking dead
Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care
Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care
She started losin’ feelings for her nigga over there
Left one here, she left one there
Girl, you should’ve known, never get attached
She gon’ keep ridin’ while I pedaling, I crash
Cop a lot for a nigga, I be forgettin’ ’bout the past
I never had a dream so I’m gon’ treat it like my last
My dawg, he doin’ time, he tried to ride out with no mask
Barely gettin’ food, I know it’s hard for him to fast
I love all my soldiers so I got a big fam
Live the life, I’m comin’, I’ll never see that jail again
A got tighter time for niggas, I don’t see a gang
So I got write this letter for the hopes I see again
Bitch, do the choppers, gon’ be sittin’ like the pen
I do what I want, it’s not my problem, I don’t strays, days
When I hit the block up, my Glock fade up or lit
Also got some gloves on so I don’t leave a trace
Walkin’ with some shots that could put you in the grave
My brother, he got caught already, no numbers on his cage
They came and took my last
Friendship had a crash
I started seein’ cash, but I’d never seen the cane
With shit locked to my leg
Now chain long on my neck
Forever stay the same, no, I would never keep upset, no
A lotta people talkin’ ’cause they want my head
Want my head, I know they want my head
Stab me in the back, I be walking dead
Walking dead, like I’m walking dead
Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care
Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care
She started losin’ feelings for her nigga over there
Left one here, she left one there
She left one here, I told her, she ain’t comin’ back
Every other week she ask me, «Where my money at?»
Respect don’t be, but I can’t trust her soul at all
Pour her a drink, that lady, then I took her to the fall
About a check would be, throw that ass on me
She sexy, clean, keep her lil’s on fleet
But, like, he’s my brother so you know we got fees
Stay there out the radar so my cases keepin’ clean
Keep those chops gangsta like I did for Japanese
Almost sliced them, out for niggas be greedy
I know she was hot, I gotta keep my mouth easy
I get too much nightmares, every night I want sleepy
Told her, I can hit it right if she keep it on the repeat
Told her, yeah, I’m livin’ right, come to bedroom, it’s like cheat sheet
Kill her for the night and she told me dig it deep, deep
And if I hit her right, she gon’ tell her friends about me
A lotta people talkin’ ’cause they want my head
Want my head, I know they want my head
Stab me in the back, I be walking dead
Walking dead, like I’m walking dead
Hustle all night, and the cops don’t care
Cops don’t care, I was like, the cops don’t care
She started losin’ feelings for her nigga over there
Left one here, she left one there
