FICTION

[Intro]
You lose
Shyne

[Chorus: midwxst]
I told him that he don't want smoke, but he really tryna take me as a joke, so
We gonna pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks, pull up on him with poles
Settle the score, yeah
Told him that he don't want smoke, no
Run up, we kick in his throat, yeah
Fans, they say I'm a goat, oh
I'm with Keegan, and we finna hit Saks
Fuck on that bitch, I'ma fuck from the back
Bullets gon' hit a lil' boy in his hat
Hit that boy in the head, and that blood finna splat
Niggas all talkin', they really all chit-chat
Stole his girl, can't get his bitch back
Sorry, bro, already hit that
BAPE, you know that it's mismatch

[Verse 1: midwxst]
At fourteen, I had a dream
And I turned that shit into reality
And niggas can say that I switched
But I ain't change my personality
Been the same from the mo'fuckin' jump
Remembеr freestylin' when I was at lunch
Smoking the gas, I'm smoking the Runtz
Doing this shit all for fun
Walk in thе club and I stunt
I'm Saitama, I hit him, one punch
In the spotlight, I'm in the front
Cut her off, you know that we done
You getting money, I'm getting them funds
My numbers go up every month
My growth is off of the charts
And no, you cannot stunt it
Don't try to say that I changed, 'cause I didn't
And I made reality out of my fiction

[Verse 2: kuru]
Sorry, Edgar, I'ma bite your lil flow
They wanna be us, they doing the most
We was posted up in NYC, we got us a bag, and we had us a toast
Why your ho hit my FaceTime?
If he talk, I'ma face time
Hit yo' ho and it's main time
Now I'm up, so let's waste time for real
I fell in love with these drugs, I got [?]
He wanna be me, that boy is a copy
No, I do not fuck with my sons at all, they gotten some place, now they wanna be sorry
He want a feat' so he hit my DM, and I ask him how much, and he say, "Like, $300"
I told him I'll block him, 'cause I ain't gon' waste my lil' time, 'cause I ain't really fuck with yo' budget
Fuck [?] for sure, [?] name of my clothes
Got a greet-meet, it's on go
Got Margiela from head to my toes
I'm with Edgar, Shyne, and Waifu
Yeah, you know that we [?] on you too, and it's Ruth Chris, my food
Yeah, we finally answer you now
Bitch, I'm already rich but you already knew this
No, I ain't gon' try to go show you
And we up in LA, and we orderin' ramen, and I got all these [?], I'll show you
He sayin' we homies, be honest, like, "What?"
'Cause trust me, lil' bro, I don't know you
Say I don't want smoke, but I told 'em I do, 'cause I might just go and throat you

[Chorus: midwxst]
I told him that he don't want smoke, but he really tryna take me as a joke, so
We gonna pull up with choppas, pull up with sticks, pull up on him with poles
Settle the score, yeah
Told him that he don't want smoke, no
Run up, we kick in his throat, yeah
Fans, they say I'm a goat, oh
I'm with Keegan, and we finna hit Saks
Fuck on that bitch, I'ma fuck from the back
Bullets gon' hit a lil' boy in his hat
Hit that boy in the head, and that blood finna splat
Niggas, they talkin', they really all chit-chat
Stole his girl, can't get his bitch back
Sorry, bro, already hit that
BAPE, you know that it's mismatch

[Outro: midwxst]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh