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