[Intro: Vinyl crackle, distant sirens, low piano] Yeah... Ain't no sunrise in this motherfucker. Another night. Another package. Another lie. Another dead phone. Welcome to dead man's business. (808 BOOM) [Verse 1] Black hoodie, black tint, black heart in the rental, Whole city know the number to the temple. Phone keep buzzin', everybody want a piece, Nobody wanna see the demons underneath. Ghosts in the hallway, ghosts in the whip, Ghosts in my dreams every time that I drift. Mama think I'm working, technically I am, Clock in after midnight with a burner in my hand. Money smell funky when you count it all night, Every hundred got a story, every stack got a price. I don't trust motherfuckers, I don't trust my own shadow, Smile in my face while they pray that I get rattled. Back door cracked, watching headlights crawl, One wrong knock and I'm tearing down the wall. I ain't sleeping, just waiting with my eyes closed, Living every day like somebody knows. [Pre-Chorus] I hear sirens in the distance - (woo-woo) Heart beating like an engine. Everybody wants the money, Nobody wants the sentence. [Chorus] DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Money dirty, soul colder than the winter. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Everybody eats until somebody gets finished. Black bag, black gloves, blacked-out windows, Everybody talking but nobody knows. I built this shit from the dirt and the fear - Now the money louder than the voices I hear. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Ain't no friends when the cash disappear. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! You can buy a lot of shit - you can't buy back years. [Verse 2] Seen a good kid turn ghost in a month, First it's "just a little," then he's fiending for the rush. Pawning mama's jewelry just to make it through the night, Standing at the door knowing damn well it ain't right. Phone keeps ringing and the money keeps calling, Everybody wants heaven but the whole block falling. Dealer on the corner with a smile like a preacher, Selling little pieces of hell to the people that need it. Fuck a handshake - keep your distance from me, Too many Judas motherfuckers sitting close to the tree. One eye on the cash, one eye on the street, One hand on the wheel, one hand under the seat. Paranoia riding shotgun in my coupe, Every stranger at the light look like somebody with a clue. Every knock sound like boots on the floor, Every shadow in the rearview make me reach for more. Wildest part? I don't even feel rich. Money in the mattress and a hole in my chest. [Pre-Chorus] I hear sirens in the distance - (woo-woo) Heart beating like an engine. Everybody wants the money, Nobody wants the sentence. [Chorus] DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Money dirty, soul colder than the winter. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Everybody eats until somebody gets finished. Black bag, black gloves, blacked-out windows, Everybody talking but nobody knows. I built this shit from the dirt and the fear - Now the money louder than the voices I hear. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! Ain't no friends when the cash disappear. DEAD MAN'S BUSINESS! You can buy a lot of shit - you can't buy back years. [Verse 3] Sitting in a mansion that don't feel like home, Twenty thousand square feet and I'm still alone. Cars in the driveway, gold around my neck, Wake up every morning wondering who's next. Dreamed about the money, now I dream about escape, Same damn dollars turned my bedroom to a cage. Cameras on the corners, locks all on the doors, Still feel somebody creeping when I hear the fucking floor. Everybody love the dealer when the dealer got stacks, Till the dealer need a favor and nobody calls back. Phone goes silent, every number goes dead, Mother
