Counterfeit Dreams
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Yeah, I'm an outsider with inside information
Instigatin' insiders with self-detonatin' doomsday statements
No faith in predestined product placement
I'm the Air Jordan of drivin' with my
Eyes closed during high speed chases
I got multiple revenue streams like a post-sex piss
These fuckers are road bikes on the
Railroad flat broke and impossible to fix
There's no shame in sellin' that ass on Craigslist, baby, own it
I'm the Larry Bird of shootin' myself in the foot with my own dick
Fuck it all, we done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don't wanna be rich, I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of 'em but
Don't walk the walk 'cause I run shit
Creepin' on the come up with or without flesh and bone
My neighbor's hotbox a stairway so everyday's a stepping stone
Check to check, ounce to ounce
Never settle to sell my soul for a dead end loan
I'm the Rocky Balboa, racing grocery carts in heavy snow, uh
Send in the sweetest of nothings with
All the dirty words spelled wrong
Shout out to all the beautiful couches
And cleavage I fell for and fell on
I never fell off, I just fell hard
'Cause I fall fast when all bets off
I'm the OG Kush of rappers gettin' cloned and still slept on
Fuck it all, we done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don't wanna be rich, I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of 'em but
Don't walk the walk 'cause I run shit
'Cause I run shit
'Cause I run shit
'Cause I run shit
'Cause I run
If I ever win the lottery, I'll probably destroy the winnings
Just to avoid the fake friends askin' me to fund their fifteen minutes
But first, I get a life supply of Chinese food and Chicken McRibblets
I'm the offshore bank account I poach you for guilt trippin'
I'm the Tony Montana of bad Spanish accents
I'm the Steve Zissou of doggy paddlin' through traffic
You're the mass text message of hipster scum I try to ignore
'Cause I'm the Pabst Blue Ribbon of low standards with high rewards
The social circle jerk makes me wanna puke on you and eat the chunks
I'd rather be buried alive in quicksand
With nothin' but my tongue to dig me up
I go to parties and get drunk with the people I came with
I'm the Wilt Chamberlain of bein' on a
First date and proposing to the waitress
If this rap shit don't work, I'll be the Netflix of dispensaries
The yoga guru smart enough to put a studio next to a dispensary
The glass-breaking slam dunk, usin' distractions to steal the game
I'm just Jason Eastwood, representin'
For people that feel the same, rock
Fuck it all, we done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don't wanna be rich, I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of 'em but
Don't walk the walk 'cause I run shit
Fuck it all, we done it all without a million dollars
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar
I don't wanna be rich, I just wanna walk on water
I talk the talk with the best of 'em but
Don't walk the walk 'cause I run shit