Lyrics Walking Dead - Cheikh

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