Walk With Me Lyrics - Black Friday - Jay Rock

J-A-Y Rock not Jigga 

Tryna stack figures 

I'm that nigga 

Sitting in a parking lot, truck on sixes 

Bad bitch with me, got a ass like delicious 

Listen, I can paint pictures 

so vivid you would think I got a art degree 

Walk with me, through my town where them killers dwell 

Wild, wild Watts 

Where we sell rocks, shots go off 

Babies get chalked like hop scotch 

She fifteen three kids? 

Fucking for some Js 

Stripping for some change 

Her baby daddy locked in chains 

And he wanna blow his brains 

cause he lost his only girl to the game 

Stress on your brain, it'll kill ya 

Outta sight, outta mind 

Tip bottles and roll swishas 

Detectives at the precincts roll 

and post pictures while your homie pointing fingers 

It's a cold world, nigga 

Walk with me 

I can show you them ins and outs 

Stay in the house when them feds is out 

Yeah, talking on your cellie 

That'll get you twenty 

Talking 'bout you got a spot around the corner booming 

Not only that, niggas get jealous you better watch em 

Soon as they catch you slipping, then they got ya 

Hit you with them maracas 

Stay sharp as Baraka 

Prepare for the mortal combat 

Push a button like Obama, drop bombs on ya 

Hold my mama 

It's a problem if you fucking with my family or my dollars 

Ride out in them Impalas 

Four niggas with four choppers, four hundred rounds 

Guaranteed heart stoppers 

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Walk with me (walk with me) 

I can show you them ins and outs 

I can show you what a real nigga's about 

Get money, fuck bitches 

Stay solid, stay sharp, stay, say wise, stay polished 

Nigga, just walk with me 

I can show you them ins and out 

Show you what getting money's about 

Mind your own, live long 

Don't be out running your mouth, talk is cheap 

Niggas'll run at your house 

Just walk with me 

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Walk with me as I journey through the five block???????????? for my nigga Rock 

Ain't much different in my gutter than them Watts gutters 

The only difference in my gutter: I'm the motherfucker 

Take shots, call shots, I'm a big shot 

Run the point, pass the rock, switch the last shot 

Gutter soldier with a second chance to rock a mic 

So I'm a give it to you raw how I live my life 

Corner dweller, rock seller 

I done seen it all 

From a small pup all the way to big dog 

Legendary in these Kansas City gritty streets 

If I ain't eating there, a motherfucker better eat 

Bleed the weak, and keep some heat, and trust the liquor bottle 

Only living for the moment, nigga, fuck tomorrow 

Without a conscience, I can get dirty 

Back to talk 

And I'm hoping that you heard me on this gutter walk