Текст песни Fiction (feat. 724x, Exacto & JPosition) - 724x , The Neverending Mixtape

I heard that cruelty always stems from weakness
I don't believe this, cause there are no holes in my defense
But still my team gets, more meaner than Joe Greene is
And sharper than the needles of a doped up seamstress, well
You can quote me that my flow be as tough
As when Samoa Joe throw you in the Coquina Clutch
No titleholder, they owe the GOAT a chance to show the
Way that I roll get me more mileage than a Corolla
Write it when I'm sober recite it before I black out
On you doubters I oughta crack down
Knowing when challenged you'll probably back down King Bradley, you get the wrath now
No question, I'm the best from the
West to Amestris, cops they should arrest us
Women like to mentally undress us
To test us might not be the best suggestion
When we're taking what is owed us like debt collection
Well I
Patrol the streets in the late PM
Avoiding sleep like a schoolkid on the weekend
My weakness is how it tastes when the liquor and the juices meet
Plus I got your girl producing heat like what I do to beats
Speaking of the way I devastate the drums
Watch me demonstrate in one take
How to make a record hotter than a blazing sun
Step one
Share my genetic code and authorial prose
As far as the throne, I'd bet on you as far as you're thrown
By gnomes with torn ligaments and tissues for bones
Kiss the ring when the capo come home, last of my stones
Were spent on target practice on the glass of your home
I'm cocky cause I'm on the precipice of myth
To be regarded as the greatest ever to exist
Step up with a diss, catch a melon full of fist
I'll have you wishing that you pled the fifth

Y'all fugazi and your threats hella minor
Gave her pipe so good now every label wanna sign her
Pining for the days that I could mine a merry fortune
Spent my days hella poor, broke like some porcelain
Zolo gonna get up on that horse again, money only thing about me ever being corporate
The morgue isn't important when I saw through my export
And then explore the many sorts of my reports that I extort them with
My glory deep, keepin with the theme of being premium
Chief among them being the degrees with which I see this shit
In different dimensions and different angles
Tracking down the language til my words get wrangled
I mangle nomenclature even homeostasis
A mix between homie and mafioso entanglements
I never learned her name, I just know that I estranged the kid
Sorry I got money I ain't tryna get my ankle bit
Kurt Angle shit, I'll break a bitch's neck again
I'm secular with mad revelations like I was pestilence
I'm negligent to anyone around me being hesitant
So even with the four horsemen, I'm still the revenant
Blessed kid, pathological catastrophe
I'm not anonymous, ask the kid who's rapping after me
Eponymous like knox kids, Mickey and Mallory
Fuck the tapestry, zolo in the 80 story gallery
Bitch

This shit is fiction like a politician
We the type of shit you really need a god to mention
New day new dollars on the mantle
New day just holler for the ransom
Just holler for your mans like
Just holler for the mans like

Okay you really got to hand it to me
The hours, the minutes
The seconds all expanded to me
Is time a conception that I invented? Feels like it
I'm stuck in the real Rikers
I'm having pill riots, I'm hoping for real guidance
Seems like a curse to be this talented and broke
Being black on top of that feels like my noggin in a scope
But the negus is intact, in fact, I'm something like the Pope
If you fucking with the kid, I'll probably send you cross the globe
I'm on my Laurie Strode, I got a certain aversion to niggas
Who think they're Kirking but never lived the excursion
Need me an Enterprise to beam me up from the earth and
Need me a hundred wives, it's preferable if they're virgins
Cause I'm blowing up
And once I've exploded, I'll remember who's showing love
And I'll remember who just used me for rolling drugs
We'll see just how your dying support will be holding up
Hope you like holding nuts
Peace