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counterfeit (rapper) - dead inside lyrics

[producer tag: becksuses]
bexy, bexy, bexy

[chorus: counterfeit]
dead inside, dead instead, got me dead inside yeah
tryna hide, tryna hide, got nowhere to hide yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money
they won’t stop the pain, yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money, help me end the pain
check the patek, check the rollie, time gon slip away, yeah
flex the gucci, snap the louie, sh-t ain’t here to stay, yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money
they won’t stop the pain, yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money, help me go insane, yeah

[verse 1: counterfeit]
rappers be mad that i spit on the beat
while they write little poems on instagram feeds
making these moves, they gon shoot me on sight
ain’t starting beef but then maybe i might
i took their dreams then i made it reality
they f-ck around while i plan out my salary
ain’t non-apparel, i make my own salary
used to talk sh-t, now they b-tter and flatter me
don’t want to blow up and deal with the fame
don’t wanna die ‘less they knowing my name
i took a step forward then two hundred back
now i be known i be on the right path
i don’t want to hear what they thinkin’ about me
but i know deep down that i just wanna know
wonder if all the people who surround me
be really a friend or be really a foe

[verse 2: yazeed]
dead inside, dead inside, think i need a vicodin
molly, drinking, perkies, mama told me take your vitamins
sometimes i get to writing, make a fire verse on accident
been sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s like i ate up all the laxatives
i’ll have the chopper singing at your door, we caroling
i’m burning wax white candling and fix my camera lens
i’m turning facts from motor dreams until i have a benz
i sit up straight in crunch-time, check my abdomen
my demons all up in my ear, i think it’s halloween
my problems swallow me, mama said eat your collard greens
i had the dollar dreams, now i’m reaching for larger streams
(i had the dollar dreams, now i’m reaching for larger streams)

[verse 3: becksuses]
dead inside, dead instead, i be dead inside
tryna hide from this life, thoughts of suicide
drugs and money, avoid my studies, running from the pain
burberry and backwoods b-tch i’m running from this pain
all this bullsh-t that i went through burned right in my brain
iced out b-tch i’m flexing because i know i’m insane
i don’t think i’m sh-t because i have nowhere to hide
i been taking blinker hits, the weed that i confide
you girl is the only one that made me alive
pull up, faded with my b-tches in the 305
outfit on the instagram and they go steal my style
nothing really matter because i’m so dead inside

[outro: counterfeit]
dead inside, dead instead, got me dead inside yeah
tryna hide, tryna hide, got nowhere to hide yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money
they won’t stop the pain, yeah
drugs and money, drugs and money, help me end the pain

- counterfeit rapper lyrics

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