Terrace Martin Dead Man Walking (feat. Rose Gold & Nick Grant)
He ain't wanna play fair
Never care about trust
He ain't wanna be here'
With the rest of us
He ain't wanna play fair
Never care about trust
He ain't wanna be here
With the rest of us
It's a dead man walking these streets
Get that dead man away from me
He's too close and starting to stink
Keep that dead man away from me
I'ma die a legend Martin, Aston Martin
Drive Reckless poor blind and wretched
My faults are meshed with this criminal shit
And God's blessings confusion like births of new testaments
But if it's so how can I explain to God my negligence
Lay in bed with labels that f..ck you raw
The internet model you wanna date
Sleeps on the floor in't making sure your mama's straight
He buys bottle service for all
Kinda hard to be perfect
When I can see you niggas flaws
Declaring war these niggas is cowards
They flinch from a mile away
Just gimme my flowers, I'm f..ckin the essence
I finger nostalgia
You fighting for vengeance or power?
The things I think about
As I'm fighting my stylist on who's flyst knowledge
Tyson throwin blows at Mitch Green outside
I'm Gucci, use your eyes to seduce me
Flow nasty, sucio, I'm a nuisance
Ghetto flashy nigga
Act like you knew me this shit I write
Makes you ball up your loose leaf
Cheers to the new me, nigga
It's a dead man walking these streets
Get that dead man away from me
He's too close and starting to stink
Keep that dead man away from me
It's a dead man walking these streets
Get that dead man away from me
He's too close and starting to stink
Keep that dead man away from me
It's a dead man walking these streets
Get that dead man away from me
He's too close and starting to stink
Keep that dead man away from me