Walk Wit Me PT2

My mind open shine for signs I don't mind dying so I don't mind trying If I fail I live to show and tell and if I don't then it's my own hell Been on my phone pitching zone sells Work a nine to five I'm not finna hide Living calculated and ready How I survive? Drive? We used to stomp the ave and stomp that ass Pack a smith and wesson to bless them in a swamp mask I know Hell stuck in a blaze Stuck in a rage Stuck on a page Where no one a show one to get away You niggas really must be desperate Niggas be restless test us and I'll be block dropping like Tetris I get reckless if it's your suggestion I like defense cause usually a nigga be off holding the fence Or plank until your face break This isn't MySpace or Facebook Stay on the porch or get your face took Or Walk with me Walk with me Just walk with me Walk with me Walk with me I'm never giving into Niggas be foo Losing to you little niggas you must be stupid I'm not fucking around with none of you clowns I'm getting down Bet you give me my lined space or eat a round Kill the legend But fact is irrelevant in the times I just got ahead of it Separated the lying Plus I touch delicates dedicated to trying Niggas scream president That just showed me your mind All these niggas hating and snaking but nevermind I keep my mind on my money and money stay on my mind Niggas never get a second b What you repping? See? (C) RIP to your whole family The recipe destiny (DJ) in the message because (B Cuzz) I'm intellectual Niggas just can't f with me Until the death of me More than just me gripping this piece (Peace) And more than just this message in me take this walk with me Please walk with me Can you walk with me? Just walk with me Walk with me I could give a f*ck if you hate me you agitated Try me nigga they'll read that you never made it I could never fake it I'll fight you nigga this my life Life loss should you ever force me to use this chrome pipe If I get physical know that I had shit to do Nigga tried making his day being typical I was going on my way Trying to be biblical You made your way back in my lane Time to get rid of you Make me shake this hawk I'll stalk whoever and cross em off Cut the boy tongue out his mouth He couldn't talk at all You made me bring this gun out the house And to a boss a loss a get back waiting to moss a nigga head And toss a torso in a gulf he be lost until they come across Bitch my numbers up Next year be in a dummy loft Five cars waiting for babies to reach a age to take em Moms know there isn't no more problems when she touching hell of paper Did you walk with me? Did you walk with me? You didn't walk with me Just walk with me Did you walk with me?