Dead Man Walking - Terrace Martin, 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

Fuck you raw

The internet model you wanna date

Sleeps on the floor

Ain’t making sure your mama’s straight

He buys bottle service for all

Kinda hard to be perfect

When I can see you nigga’s flaws

Declaring war

These nigga’s is cowards

They flinch from a mile away

Just gimme my flowers

I’m fuckin 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 flyer

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