Wavy Jone$, GHOSTEMANE - Counterfeit lyrics

Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun

Negative shit running through my brain
Say what you want i can't keep shit tame
Don't talk to nobody you all the same
Everybody say they feel your pain
Smoking that shit don't make me sane
Sipping that shit don't make shit change
I'm thinking about shit I can't explain
Like "what would it be like in outer space?"
Cause I cannot fight with the people I know
Everybody thinks their shit don't stink
Sometimes all I wanna do is write
Your name in a Death Note
Now watch somebody say to me
"Okay, if you jump you will freeze"
They'll say it again and again
Until you die of memories
This the type of shit I think about
Why'll you pretend to breathe
You counterfeit

Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun

I'm getting lit on this shit
I've been smoking blunts by the river
You counterfeit just a bitch
Ain't nothing more than a quitter
I'm bout it, bout it all it
Been praying to God for a lick
Fuck the devil i'm fed up
I'm sick of life, watch me drip
I'll float away through the shadows
Ain't seen some light for some days
I'll drown myself in this darkness
If I wake up not the same
Can't count the bodies around me
I think I'm losing my grip
I need to escape this matrix
Before my sanity slips i'm wide awake
Why am I naked? I feel nothing, I hate it
I'm rolling blunts like they sacred
I'm dressed all black like I'm Vader
No contemplating, I made it
But still, they wanted me dead
I'll do your bitch ass a favor and
Put this tool in your head you counterfeit
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer
And a motherfuckin gun