Qezzz - Walk Wit Me PT2 Lyrics

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 fuck 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?