DEUCE THE TRUTH, Money Myles - Dead Man Walking lyrics

We set the standard as bosses none less
So the mission is go get it by any means
And we gone stand on that
Bra we tryna change this shit for generations
Apply that pressure you the truth
The game need you
Still ballin for them days on the benches
Ain't no keepin score just keep scoring
And ain’t shit come ez
It just look like this

I should be dead instead I'm living bread
Them vvs on my neck
All I'm really bout is breaking the cycle
Nigga Let’s get a check
I be Flying to Waikiki then
Maui you take a jet
Got My feet up like Hov and I
Swear to god a nigga next i be on they necks
I kept my foot on the gas and be gone again
Nigga tried to kill me I was in the wind
Living testament
On surviving and coming from the environment
You gotta carry tool
Gotta prove you bully when throwing fist
Baby say let's start up a business
I say let's get it in
Money make her her cum and make her cum again
My foolies on 10 when we steppin
We know them niggas from other sections
Really don't want see all of us win
I dip early out the club pull up the benz
Watch the curb don't scar the rims
Hop in figure 8 I'm from
The Yay them tires spin
I was raised in a culture of
Vultures lions the politics have
A lil boy scarred up by the time he 6
This shit get real we in the field as soon
As we touch a mill we finna dip
But like Nip do I stay and gentrify my shit
Haters everywhere I turn
Flip the backwood and burn
I guess when it's my time than it's my turn
I’m just trying fuck a bad
Bitch in the penthouse let everybody see
Stamina 99 and like Kendrick
This ain’t ever free
Bout to cop the coupe drop the roof
And let her own top of me
Sex on top of Runyon that's my fantasy
Then right back to the bread
A nigga stressed trying
To make sure that all of my people next
Can’t see myself rich while my brudda pressed
Can't see myself rich while
My cousin stressed momma want quit her job
My Sister baby daddy got up outta there
So if I gotta gotta rap or rob I put
That on my son that we'll never starve
Spread it all around that's the omicron
Poppin that champagne on the plane Ace of
Spade or we pop the Don
This for all the pain take a
Sip and let yo mind rest
Lately I’ve been spending all this
Money ease my conscious
Chess the pieces went from leasing to
Buying we own the shit
Pretty women all throughout the villa
Let my niggas in we finna make some babies
Out the wound that they already rich
Huddle up this the parliament
Whole table millionaires
I be praying that we never fall off again
I'm victim to designer I like
Quality I'll spend the bands
Dior this Gucci that
Pure gold wrist and neck
Spit it raw I'm still a Tek
Go hard until I'm dead
Everyone of my bars could
Probably be a thread
Jumping out the Uber X with 5-10 chains
Heavy is the head that where the crown
And I be feelin like my neck sprained
Baby say she like the ice and
How I do my thang but
She can't see all of the
Pain through these Cartier sticks
Bitch I'm rich in health and spirit
Despite the shit that don I seen
Dead man walking in Amiri jeans

A lot of em gone get passed up
It's like every line a caption
And it's Real life
Take time but the REAL always win
Soon as the fake get exposed
Been through all the motions
But no complainig built for whatever
Unstoppable the mindset
Shit go left we bounce back
The drought hit we hustle harder
Just to make sure the family straight
Assets over liabilities
It'll never be the opposite
Building this portfolio
The wealth is inevitable

Baby say she like the ice and
How I do my thang but
She can't see all of the
Pain through these Cartier sticks we rich
In health and spirit
Despite the shit that don I seen
Dead man walking in Amiri jeans