Living With the Deads Video (MV)

The real one
Yea I sill my heart on everything I record
You know
The real one
We gon' keep this shit moving like speed racers
I put my pain inside this music you could feel it
Sometimes I wake up "f*ck the world"
Feel like the realist
I came straight out the pavement and made a building
Now I'm living with the deads I made a killing
Yes I'm living with the deads I made a killing baby
We having money nowadays so you could bill it baby
They looking so sideways might pop a wheelie baby
Yes I'm living with the dead I made a killing baby
I made a killing RIP to my pockets
I pop they feel it it ain't no doubt about it
Like Capital One tell me what's inside your wallet
Blue Cheese but it aint no chicken my pocket
Just like Cash Out yea I got it
I'm cashing out on my problems
I'm peeping the posture
I'm peeping he's an imposture
Lil mama she red red red red like pasta
Got them racks and I ran ran ran ran up them dollars
Put my heart inside this music when I'm talking to you
I won't bust no U-ie ima park it in you
Heard the nigga from Amazon just got a trillion
Shit tryna pull up and park next to you
I put my pain inside this music you could feel it
Sometimes I wake up "f*ck the world"
Feel like the realist
I came straight out the pavement and made a building
Now I'm living with the deads I made a killing
Yes I'm living with the deads I made a killing baby
We having money nowadays so you could bill it baby
They looking so sideways might pop a wheelie baby
Yes I'm living with the dead I made a killing baby
I put that shit on everything that I love
Put it in they face just like a flea or bug
We not talking options when we talking Dior
Yea yea yea
Why the f*ck they wanna wake up the boy
Why the f*ck they want me to come down and destroy
I'm a alien alien alien alien yea
My bitch from the Westside but she got Brazilian hair
I knew I was destined for this journey
Whatever I don't know then I'm gon learn it
You gotta run you up some bands before your sermon
Woke up this morning said me a prayer
Lord I'm the realist
I put my pain inside this music you could feel it
Sometimes I wake up "f*ck the world"
Feel like the realist
I came straight out the pavement and made a building
Now I'm living with the deads I made a killing
Yes I'm living with the deads I made a killing baby
We having money nowadays so you could bill it baby
They looking so sideways might pop a wheelie baby
Yes I'm living with the dead I made a killing baby