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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 SongtexteFuck 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 Aus Songtexte Mania