[Producer Tag: Becksuses]

Bexy, bexy, bexy

[Chorus: Counterfeit]

Dead inside, dead inside, 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, shit 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 fuck around while I plan out my salary

Ain’t non-apparel, I make my own salary

Used to talk shit, now they butter 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 shittin' on these niggas 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 inside, I be dead inside

Tryna hide from this life, thoughts of suicide

Drugs and money, avoid my studies, running from this pain

Burberry and backwoods bitch I'm running from this pain

All this bullshit that I went through burned right in my brain

Iced out bitch I'm flexing because I know I'm insane

I don’t think I'm shit 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 feel alive

Pull up, faded with my bitches 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 inside, 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