Fictional

[Skit: Riley Freeman & Salesman]
Now, you either get down, or you lay down
What's it gonna be, sunshine?
This wasn’t no movie
The smart thing was to say yes, get up and leave the room
But then I thought to myself, what if this was a movie?
Look, fuck you
Fuck the plane you flew in on
Fuck them shoes
Fuck those socks with the belt on it
Fuck them cheap-ass cigars
Fuck your yuk-mouth teeth
Fuck your hair piece
Fuck your chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William
Fuck the Queen
This is America

[Intro]
Shit, man
Man, everything is not real
Like, you know, blowin' bullshit out of proportion for real

[Verse 1]
Have you been where I've been?
Talking to yourself ’cause you don't really got no friends
Nobody ever see me 'cause it's tint in the Benz
I don't take L's 'cause I win when I win (Joog)
Hit him and his kids 'cause I sin when I sin
He died like a bitch too and I said what I said
The lil’ nigga did a windmill in the air
Drakeo, you a fooly, nigga shouldn’t have been there
He ain't even get a chance to grow a chin hair
He ain’t think I'd do it, so I upped and went there
Unpredictable, the nigga's body still there
Pour the Louis XIII out while my conscience still here

[Chorus]
It might sound real, but it's fictional
I love that my imagination gets to you
I’m a real nigga and you fictional
I could never ever let a broke bitch get to me
It might sound real, but it's fictional
I love that my imagination gets to you
I'm a real nigga and you fictional
I could never ever let a broke bitch get to me
You fictional
It's fictional
You fictional
Man, don't worry 'bout this story 'cause it's fictional

[Verse 2]
Zimmerman, I ain't goin' out freely
Dude, what'd you start, a crime scene? Sweet Jesus
In a minute, I'ma see some long captions
Some "Fuck Drakeo"s, they even might at me
That's dry snitchin', but it's simply fantastic
What I do with these TECs is mathematic
If you don't wanna live no more, then have at it
Two watches on my wrist, look back at it
I'm a demon in the night when I see a move
He supply the first shot, I'ma give him two
I know that's a free throw when I did it to him
Ten chains on my neck, I'm getting sick of Buddha
12 in the rear, I'm driving while Black
Heading toward me high speed, well that's that
12 in the rear, I'm driving while Black
Heading toward me high speed, well that's that

[Chorus]
It might sound real, but it's fictional
I love that my imagination gets to you
I'm a real nigga and you fictional
I could never ever let a broke bitch get to me
It might sound real, but it's fictional
I love that my imagination gets to you
I'm a real nigga and you fictional
I could never ever let a broke bitch get to me
You fictional
It's fictional
You fictional
Yeah, don't worry 'bout this story 'cause it's fictional

[Outro]
Man, a nigga get tired and shit, like...
You feel me, like...
This shit crazy, man
It's not real, like, nigga...
Like, this is the only way I can do music, like...
Shit, they already tried to railroad a nigga
Like, I'm not gonna shoot up a school
I'm not gonna shoot nobody in front of the police station
I'm not gonna shoot nobody on camera
If I say something in a rap, it's not real
My mind is... I have a lot of imagination
It's fictional
So I don't want my words misinterpreted or any of that misconstrued
If you're gonna use my music against me, I expect you use it the same way you would...
This call is being recorded
Country music, punk rock, metal
Jazz, whatever
Blues, whatever
Treat rap the same way that you're gonna treat any other genre
You're not gonna hold Denzel Washington accountable for his role in Training Day
So don't do the same thing with my music
That's all I'm saying
And this tape is gonna hurt niggas' feelings
(Damn, like that, Joog?)
It's fictional
(Thank you for using GTL)