Walking Dead
Cheikh
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Cash on me like clothes Pockets filled, feel my bulge Eyes low cuz I smoke dope Stay so high I fly low Niggas salty, like silos No coffee in my cup, I'm woke Nobody livin, this survival The walkin dead is all I know Cash on me like clothes Pockets filled, feel my bulge Eyes low cuz I smoke dope Stay so high I fly low Niggas salty, silos No coffee in my cup, I'm woke Nobody livin, this survival The walkin dead is all I know Cash on me like clothes I'm the new nigga, strike a pose I Rose like Derrick I chose Not to be a parrot Yall type hoes Seein signs like crows She seein stars cuz I rose Below par based on my prose Shakespeare- and Plato-type flows Socrates light smoke Exhale out my nose Prophecies, theorized dope Exiled for my quotes Students build on my ideologies Teach and publish my notes Degraded, hated, unappreciated Basically on trial cuz I'm woke Hotep, oh no How we let these hoes step on Sphinx toes Smell the bullshit, don't need nose Gimme that, you don't need those If more knew, I woulda freed more I'm locked in, keep the keys close I wrote this in code, keep the key close Malcolm Little's BDay is the key code Cash on me like clothes Pockets filled, feel my bulge Eyes low cuz I smoke dope Stay so high I fly low Niggas salty, silos No coffee in my cup, I'm woke Nobody livin, this survival The walkin dead is all I know Wait Put some more greens on my plate I need a couple a safes Put me a house on the lake Chasin a couple estates 28, I only ate a couple a steaks I ain't raisin the stakes I'm just sunnin you niggas Till raisins may as well be takin ya place Dig in that badge like a DJ diggin in a crate Bitch yo backup too late This for Philando, pig, face ya fate Tooth for a tooth till all we drank is shakes Eye for an eye now noone face the snakes Nobody real, but everybody fake Shit look crooked, I'm straight Shit look crooked, I'm straight It's Cheikh, bitch, checkmate Hit the stage, bitch, check made Reesey say switch my king wit my rook You pussies prolly think it's sex change Ankle, waist, hand, neck; chain Ancestors by the neck hang It's been one fucked up chess game What's understood don't get explained Cash on me like clothes Pockets filled, feel my bulge Eyes low cuz I smoke dope Stay so high I fly low Niggas salty, silos No coffee in my cup, I'm woke Nobody livin, this survival The walkin dead is all I know
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