Counterfeit Dreams

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I'm an outsider with inside information
Instigating insiders with self detonating doomsday statements
No faith in, predestined product placement
Im the air Jordan of driving 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 selling that ass on craig’s list baby, own it
I'm the Larry Bird of shooting myself in the foot with my own dick

[Hook:]
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 cuz I run shit

[Verse 2:]
Creepin on a come up with or without Flesh N Bone
My neighbors hot box the stairway so every day'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 of racing grocery carts in heavy snow
Sending 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, cuz I fall fast when all bets off
I'm the OG Kush of rappers getting cloned and still slept on

[Hook:]
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 cuz I run shit

[Verse 3:]
If I ever win the lottery I'll probably destroy the winnings
Just to avoid the fake friends asking me to fund their 15 minutes
BUT FIRST I'd get a life supply of Chinese food and chicken mc'riblits
I'm the offshore bank account of post euphoric guilt trippin
I'm the Tony Montana of bad Spanish accents
I'm the Steve Zissou of doggy paddling through traffic
You're the mass text of hipster scum I try to ignore
Cuz 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 quick sand with nothing but my tongue to dig me up
I go to parties and get drunk with the people I came with
I'm the Wilt Chamberlin of being 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
I'm the glass breaking slam dunk, using distractions to steal the game
I’m just Jason Ecid representin for people that feel the same

[Hook: x2]
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 cuz I run shit