Land of the living dead
My plan just to get ahead
My path just a different speed
My land just a different breed
I planted a different seed
In the dungeon blunted
Woods gutted
Smoke something
My aroma Pungent
The coma coming
Food for thought
I don't owe you nothing
Hide ya stock the looters coming
In ya spot like I'm moving luggage
It was smooth
But the dues was rugged
Love like sand
It's nothing to grasp
It fall thru my hands
I'm stuck in a bag
You stuck on ya ass
Bluffin ya mans
Nothing but bad nothing to last
If the pigs come I'm dumping it fast
My man risk it all
I see you doubling back
The way I see it
I'm just counting my days
Cat got ya tongue
Got nothing to say
Duckin the fade
Stuck in my ways
Run fa the shade
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Land of the living dead
My plan just to get ahead
My path just a different speed
My land just a different breed
I planted a different seed
In the dungeon blunted
Woods gutted
Smoke something
My aroma Pungent
The coma coming
Food for thought
I don't owe you nothing
Hide ya stock the looters coming
In ya spot like I'm moving luggage
It was smooth
But the dues was rugged
Love like sand
It's nothing to grasp
It fall thru my hands
I'm stuck in a bag
You stuck on ya ass
Bluffin ya mans
Nothing but bad nothing to last
If the pigs come I'm dumping it fast
My man risk it all
I see you doubling back
The way I see it
I'm just counting my days
Cat got ya tongue
Got nothing to say
Duckin the fade
Stuck in my ways
Run fa the shade
My plan just to get ahead
My path just a different speed
My land just a different breed
I planted a different seed
In the dungeon blunted
Woods gutted
Smoke something
My aroma Pungent
The coma coming
Food for thought
I don't owe you nothing
Hide ya stock the looters coming
In ya spot like I'm moving luggage
It was smooth
But the dues was rugged
Love like sand
It's nothing to grasp
It fall thru my hands
I'm stuck in a bag
You stuck on ya ass
Bluffin ya mans
Nothing but bad nothing to last
If the pigs come I'm dumping it fast
My man risk it all
I see you doubling back
The way I see it
I'm just counting my days
Cat got ya tongue
Got nothing to say
Duckin the fade
Stuck in my ways
Run fa the shade
Writer: tristen lawrence
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