Dead Within

You said I'd flop by the first drop Still on the fifth Worried about the sixth Mixed in my feelings But feelings I'm sick of that shit So I'm just throwing it out Something I forgot to mention Fuck you Then fuck the twelve I don't say shit just to say it If you wanna look back You can add it up You gonna find a lot of different counts I want different amounts Fuck a ten I only count by twenty I don't even mean money Double up on it Eating my steak Surround by breast They wanna impress Too bad I run my shit They want half my money Saying we advertise In talks with ad company They ain't even comp me yet Can't wait in five years They gonna compliment me Tell me sorry we should have boosted for free Only boost some shit for a fee Talking your cars Taking the jaguars Taking the stars And running it up Taking the stars And running it up Not done till I say I am I'm dead inside Don't open up They breach Until they in Then they come and take And commentate on how I'm so much worse then you How when I rap I switch it up They can't understand Who said I'm done Did you hear the last line I don't think you did I think it flew over you I remember you Showing me that shit you called some fuckin music Made me cringe Two words No flow How you do that Second hand embarrassment You embarrassing I'm so sick of all these fake man Talking big game Till I ask some questions Then they fumble Like they holding balls in they hand I'm sorry are you the best Or are you the worst Think I'm cursed Think I found my purpose Only nervous when I drop a new song Cause I'm worried that it'll drop And people say that I just miss But it seems when I pull All I get is hits Hit hit hit Thought you said I fucking miss Guess I'm living better then you Only dead inside When I'm around you No holes in the walls from my hits So I guess they come when I just fuckin miss So who knows how long that'll take