Hook:
I can't tell you why but I feel nothing inside
I've been on my grind, I'm just waiting on my time
I cannot see nothing good coming out of this
Let me just breathe while the fakes take the counterfeit
Verse 1:
Man, I don't have no time to fucking waste
Bitches sucking dick and now they hating on us
Lil mama tried to peep me through the gate
Thought she caught me cheating, now she waiting on up
Oh bitch, I ain't got no time for the games, nah
Thought you played it safe but it flamed on up
And bitch I ain't got no love for the fakes, nah
Catch a fucking body to your frame, nah ah ah
West Coast dope, West Coast flow, I don't need that fucking blow
I just need that fucking dough, open up a sack and roll
How can you tell me I'm out of turn when you did it?
And how can you tell me you took the burn when you didn't?
I don't care what none of ya'll say
Imma have my fucking shine, you can hide in the grave
When the people asking why, tell 'em hide and behave
You ain't heard shit from me, I've been on my wave
Flip 'em sideways
Hook:
I can't tell you why but I feel nothing inside
I've been on my grind, I'm just waiting on my time
I cannot see nothing good coming out of this
Let me just breathe while the fakes take the counterfeit
Verse 2:
I ain't got no time to fucking play
People talking shit and now they waiting on us
Lil homie tried to bury me in May
I ain't rock a chain 'cause I'm tryna fit the game
All my jurors come fully strapped
Catch me on the train
If they try to catch a body, tell 'em we already slain
Got your dime at my crib, yeah
She loving all the fame
And they drive over in dozens
Tell the groupies they can stay
Fuck in a verse, I want it first
Imma go grab onto my hurst
I am so hungry, I've been sleeping terse
Cause no one's above me, these fuckers disperse
Fuck the delegation, I'm prayin'
That every bad bitch know that Kaine isn't playin'
Hook:
I can't tell you why but I feel nothing inside
I've been on my grind, I'm just waiting on my time
I cannot see nothing good coming out of this
Let me just breathe while the fakes take the counterfeit
Counterfeit was written by Brandyn Kaine.
Counterfeit was produced by Ruga.