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lirik lagu defeat – fiction

shout out to the palatine police department, ya dig?

[verse 1: fiction]

i’ve been trapped inside the crib ’cause my l’s is suspended
plotting ways to make some dough but i can’t even spend it
i got debt and i got court dates, hope to dodge a sentence
it ain’t all that serious but i developed a vengeance
dog, they fucking with my money i was gonna buy some beats
now i’m rapping over something that i can’t afford to lease
i’m just trying to chase my dream, but society impedes
will i ever find my peace? fuck you very much, mr. police, dog
$800 in a night, over petty stuff
then they got the nerve to call me saying i ain’t paid enough
50 more dollars, are you nuts? is that a joke?
man, my homie had to bond me out i’m obviously broke
i just got back on my feet, how you gonna knock me down?
i know i was born a king, they just cannot see my crown
they must think that i’m a clown, it must be my red nose
they gon’ diss ya till they need ya we all know how that goes

[bridge 1: fiction]

you don’t know me, you don’t know me, you don’t know me, not at all
if you knew me, you would know that i am coming for it all
kick me all you want, fuck you mother fucks i never fall
one time for the fam, you know that i do this shit for y’all
yes i do this shit for y’all, yes i do this shit for y’all
if you ever need a hand i hope you know that you can call
’cause i’ll always be right there for you, right there for you
just to let you know i care for you, i care for you

[verse 2: fiction]

as for the rest of you, i think it’s best if you
get off my testicles, don’t test the dude
he’ll collect the fumes and explode:
electrocute
so don’t be shocked, if he steps all on your reeboks
don’t step up with that cheap talk if you won’t deliver that good shit: detox
i’m a true rocker, chewbacca, these c-cks is some ewoks
when my heat drops these girls knees drop
after the show we’re gonna need mops
imitators wanna go and eavesdrop
try to figure out why he’s hot
probably ’cause i k!ll it when the beat knocks
from the trap shit to the beatbox
just fill the space with my freed thoughts
fans tell me that they need lots
i’m the man, so they demand, and i reply with more supply
that’s basic economics at hand, yes, i’m fiction, but i won’t lie
so best believe it when i tell you: i don’t really give a fuck if i die!
d-mn

[bridge 2]

oh man i think i’m tripping, don’t know what’s got into me
think that i’ve been jaded from all this negative energy
help me please, thank god fresco cooked me up this beat
so i can brag about my sk!lls while i ignore my heart’s defeat (x2)

forreal

- fiction

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