Lyrics Walking Dead - Ron E Polo

These niccas is dead to me

When it's all said and done we gone See who'll be standing longer
Last nicca in this bitch like Ice cube Was on Anaconda
Ima Sicilian so I like to get my bread With pasta
Ima civilian but I know I'm moving Like a mobster
I don't even like to gossip
What's the topic
I'm the gossip
Don't know what caused it
On my mommy
Y'all some zombies
And yall deaddd
To me
Looking like
The Walking Dead to me
Living but I know they dead To Me
Looking like The Walking Dead to Me
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Ron e make profit
But the Money wont turn me to a Monster
Used to eat Ramen shrimp
Now surf and turf
With Steak and Lobster
I cannot Rest In Peace until I hit a Little ganja
Get a weedcoma then it's over
Thought I told ya that you

Dead
To me
Looking like
The Walking Dead to me
Living but I know they dead to Me
Looking like the walking dead to Me
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up

When I come in this time you better Treat me just like Rick Grimes
They be like man he fresh
Yea bruh still fly just like big time
Sharks ain't a thing to me
Big fish small pond you'll see who Flee
Last nicca in this bish like LL was on Deep blue see
I put out TnT you NPCs
Mp3s filling empty seats
I do not feel no empathy
Most of y'all dead like the end of Scream
Dead last if you not in the lead
Dead ass niccas can't let you breathe
You know til it's over that I told ya
That you

Dead
To me
Looking like
The Walking Dead to me
Living but I know they dead to Me
Looking like the walking dead to Me
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up