Kilo’s Working - Walking Dead feat. Maynia Dhubee O.G 2nd Street Kal by Maynia Dhubee O.G Lyrics
[Intro: Kilo's Working]
Got it, Got it, Got it, Got it
I'm feeling like the Dead
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, fast, fast)
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it)
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, fast, fast)
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it)
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
[Verse 1: Kilo’s Working]
Sleepless nights
A dreamers nightmare
A hustlers life
I’m feeling like
I wanna stop
But I'm on the rise
To the world
Yea
I'm gone fly
Yea
I run it run it run it
Fast
Had to go get me some Cash
I flip the script right on their
Ass
I'm feeling alright
Yea
Now I'm coppin'
Off white damn (sounds like "down")
I'm living such a off life Fam
Proceed with caution
I ain't into talking
I'm feeling like The walking Dead
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
[Verse 2: Maynia Dhubee O.G]
What’s the point of living when ya feeling like a zombie?
What’s the point of repetition when ya plate empty?
Always empty, progress sloppy, Mr John Doe
Going crazy, hangman’s knot, kamikaze
Wanna preach like Gandhi, reach out like Ali
But nobody gave a fuck!
I’m a zombie (Zombie!)
A walking dead for you to shred
A laughingstock on the internet
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
An appealing target for you to spray
For you to shed your hate upon
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I bled for the bread you left me for dead
I worked for the mula but I’m left in a debt
Now I’m tripping off a couple of sudafed
Pill pop, cop the off-white
Treetop, new heights, take flight
In the limelight, hotshot, hot seat, jackpot
Tick tock trip done
Back on the bedrock
Back in the same spot
Back at the depths of the bottomless pit
Diabolical the devil got me in a vice grip
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
[Verse 3: 2nd Street Kal]
“Big second”
All these bitches watching me
I guess I made it at the right time
I been sippin’ lean they tell me
I’m not in my right mind
Zeze I’m a zombie (zeze)
Wrap them bells by the plate ain’t no going hungry
(ain’t no going hungry)
I don’t wan’t no conversation unless you fucking on me
(fucking on me)
What you think of all this money coming?
All these hundreds coming you know
Jayden like my son too
He won’t want for nothing(nothing)
If you play then we gon’ hunt you
Them youngins coming(aye)
Niggas talking on me no I won’t go for nothing
She gon’ play me like a game
You know I won’t tell her nothing(nothing)
I might hit her then I slide
You know I ain’t cuffing nothing(slide)
You know these bitches come a dime a dozen(yeah)
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
Got it, Got it, Got it, Got it
I'm feeling like the Dead
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, fast, fast)
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it)
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, fast, fast)
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
(Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it)
I ain't into talkin
I'm feeling like the walking
Dead
[Verse 1: Kilo’s Working]
Sleepless nights
A dreamers nightmare
A hustlers life
I’m feeling like
I wanna stop
But I'm on the rise
To the world
Yea
I'm gone fly
Yea
I run it run it run it
Fast
Had to go get me some Cash
I flip the script right on their
Ass
I'm feeling alright
Yea
Now I'm coppin'
Off white damn (sounds like "down")
I'm living such a off life Fam
Proceed with caution
I ain't into talking
I'm feeling like The walking Dead
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
[Verse 2: Maynia Dhubee O.G]
What’s the point of living when ya feeling like a zombie?
What’s the point of repetition when ya plate empty?
Always empty, progress sloppy, Mr John Doe
Going crazy, hangman’s knot, kamikaze
Wanna preach like Gandhi, reach out like Ali
But nobody gave a fuck!
I’m a zombie (Zombie!)
A walking dead for you to shred
A laughingstock on the internet
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
An appealing target for you to spray
For you to shed your hate upon
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I bled for the bread you left me for dead
I worked for the mula but I’m left in a debt
Now I’m tripping off a couple of sudafed
Pill pop, cop the off-white
Treetop, new heights, take flight
In the limelight, hotshot, hot seat, jackpot
Tick tock trip done
Back on the bedrock
Back in the same spot
Back at the depths of the bottomless pit
Diabolical the devil got me in a vice grip
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]
[Verse 3: 2nd Street Kal]
“Big second”
All these bitches watching me
I guess I made it at the right time
I been sippin’ lean they tell me
I’m not in my right mind
Zeze I’m a zombie (zeze)
Wrap them bells by the plate ain’t no going hungry
(ain’t no going hungry)
I don’t wan’t no conversation unless you fucking on me
(fucking on me)
What you think of all this money coming?
All these hundreds coming you know
Jayden like my son too
He won’t want for nothing(nothing)
If you play then we gon’ hunt you
Them youngins coming(aye)
Niggas talking on me no I won’t go for nothing
She gon’ play me like a game
You know I won’t tell her nothing(nothing)
I might hit her then I slide
You know I ain’t cuffing nothing(slide)
You know these bitches come a dime a dozen(yeah)
[Chorus: Kilo’s Working]