If you feeling dead inside then you better get in line

Ain’t nobody feeling fine or am I tripping am I lying? mmmm

You don’t share my vision then you blind

If you must use your fingers peak out the window thru them blinds

Open ya eye life is not only a roll of a die

Things they can change in a moment of time

A minute of fame can be over in five minutes -

Famous peoples dms yea you wanna slide in em

I did it/ begging for a piece of what they have

But really I should’ve seen it and been at pеace with what I had/

Got a taste of it been chasing it been seeking for that chance

Wishеs in need to be granted like it was genies with the lamps

I don’t know what’s worse snakes or leeches in the grass

All i know is i felt more rich sleeping in a van

Fishy saucy money creamy linguini with the clam

Get under my skin like alopecia or a rash

Let me watch the game sitting in the bleachers in the stands

Bring sneakers to the click cuz i gon’ run it with the team

Y’all are Pinocchio boys a buncha puppets on a string

See you a suck a ton of D to get some money from a stream

That is not how you hustle that’s how you fucking up ya dreams

That is that the shit that I’m talking about

You probably think that you prominent now

Quit watching me build it it’s toppling down

Inviting you over don’t want you around

Comparing one self to the others you drown (under water) drowwwwn

In a sea of desperation airing myself out i needed ventilation

Speak on it definitely do

Watch who you call friends enemies sitting next to you

If you doing trends be yourself don’t be identical -

Cuz that is when it ends and it’s when no one gon remember you oh oh

All that fake internet shit/ got me feeling dead inside

Hate when they get lit / got me feeling dead inside

Erased when you’ve said shit/ got me feeling dead inside

Sensationalism / it’s got me feeling dead inside

God bless the internet but fuck it at the same time /

I been doing this shit since like grade 9/

Ain't nobody wanna practice buncha AI’s

Press a button it’s perfect it’s digital it’s AI/

Constantly glancing at perfection making us neurotic

What’s perfection it’s the entrance to our death I promise

This ain't confession but I guess I’m feeling less demonic

My brain is hemorrhaged I’m a jester on the net an artist

Uh it’s follow for follow and hashtags

Ain’t nobody bothered if you rap bad

Everybody singing shit is half ass

Got me feeling dead inside that’s that

Like a pussy pic you get on snap chat

They like look at this I’m looking past that

Fuck your cookie I’m cooking up thats facts

Bitch I’m good don’t test me not a lab rat////

That’s some shit that got me feeling dead inside

That’s that shit that gon make you tank i ain't talking next to dive/

All that fake internet shit/ got me feeling dead inside

Hate when they get lit / got me feeling dead inside

Erased when you’ve said shit/ got me feeling dead inside

Sensationalism / it’s got me feeling dead inside