Deadman.

Came with a stick too big for my britches
Stick it to the man, gotta vanguard with 'em
Paint like a Van Gogh bitch I gotta riddle
Starry nights are not nice
If you can't hear the sound of the wind blow
Creep through the window
Back with the benzos
Bitch gave me 10:4, tenfold
Glock get a motherfucker Shinzo Abe'd
Oh my god not a god can stop me
Shit got bumpy, ugly, rocky
Maslows tower's too far off me
Nobody wins no Ricky Bobby
This won't end well, Whitney, Bobby
What can I do?
I came with the clique and they came with the crew
Oh, guilty by who you associate with
I'm tryna keep arm's length away from the pigs and jakes
I'm sick in the brain
She sits on my face
And it could be days
Until I'm okay
So don't give me praise
I'm not what they say
You don't wanna be me I swear I'm a mess
And I put the Teflon right on my chest
Y'all playing checkers I wanna play chess
Fiddle with pawns, my god got me blessed
Rest be assured when your king drops dead
Dead
Feel like a dead man
Dead, dead
Feel like a dead man walking
I did it no label no budget again
I'm flipping the birds at the ones who pretend
I pull up and battle the bigger the Benz
The better the man that's not how it blends, bitches
Everybody too capitalistic
Powered by greed I'm sickened
Then they go claim to be Christian
Huh?
I thought you were supposed to look out for the meek
Kind of ironic or is it just me?
I saw a clip where he died in the street
Died in the subway
Died on the knee
Same motherfuckers said "he got what he needed"
Same motherfuckers say they "look up to Jesus"
Tim Pool level of hypocrisy so
Come and get a Rugged Man beating
Pussy
Dead
Feel like a dead man
Dead, dead
Feel like a dead man walking



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Writer(s): Isaac Piccolo
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