Fictional

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

Shit, man like I said before
Man, everything is not real
Like, you know, blowin' bullshit out of proportion for real

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

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

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

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