Counterfeit

I'm out of here
Fuck it, bro I'm out of here

Fuck it bro, I'm outta here

I've been really tryna make it out of this
These other man are counterfeit
The only type of rock they've seen is acting or he's down the gym
I'm out of here
Fuck it bro, I'm outta here

Still doesn't make no sense, I was on the main road stressed
And back day they probably would have told you I'm scum
I wonder what I'm getting labelled next?
Eviction served, I was late on rent and I still gotta pray that this ain't go left
Like previous journeys and the ways those went
I could get caged or dead, still ain't escaped those threats
Still I'm out here and I'm tryna get paid on a whole next grade
Out in the field, on a whole next plain
Why dya think mum went and chose that name?
A next one over your head
See I'm anti, I don't wanna vocal with them
All I see is clones and their dreads and it's coming
Like pharma paying for promotion of meds



Credits
Writer(s): Dale Delaney
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