Braindead

All these fakers talking on my name Now they're tryna be like me I do this for myself not the fame Focus on your GDP I pay no attention to what people say Look into my head Zero truth in your words it's just a display Basically brain dead Let's rewind to last night Bitch i'm feeling way too tired Need some time i'm alright  Thoughts of fame have got me wired I don't need to get up and run I got energy like the sun Those two bars they're not a pun Put me on a track I'll have some fun Next year is the beginning Of Prophetam season You'll never catch me grinning Cause i don't have a reason This world is far from bliss Shout out Far Cry 5 I start to reminisce About times I felt alive Now I look so blank I ain't got time for games Quick trip to the bank So sick of all these lames Bitch you see me walking Round my fucking city I don't fuck with talking Miss me with your pity All these fakers talking on my name Now they're tryna be like me I do this for myself not the fame Focus on your GDP I pay no attention to what people say Look into my head Zero truth in your words it's just a display Basically brain dead