Mtp408 - Fictional

Fictional
Hell yeah
Fictional
Keep it real
Be a hundred
It ain't difficult
Ay
They like them popular niggas
Not knowing we popping niggas
Got a lot of heads
None of them really popping triggers
Fake niggas like some plastic
Money longer than elastic
When I'm gone baby
Pray over my casket
I'm all good baby
Thank you for asking
When I'm gone baby
Pray over my casket
I'm all good baby
Thank you for asking
Ay
Ay
One day
You'll regret what you said
I ain't tripping never tripping
If I live or I'm dead
Hella thoughts and emotions
Bottled up in my head
Express it all in a song
This as real as it gets
People actin hella fictional
Keep it real
Be a hundred
It ain't difficult
Old bitches hit me up
Say they miss me oh
When I wasn't getting money
You wouldn't kick it though
Ay
Like corona virus
Anyone could get it
Foreign whip
Low mileage
I could never ride rented
Windows tinted
Kidnapped
Roof is missing
No baby wipes
Eating good
How I'm fuckin shitting
On these niggas and these bitches
Foreign whip
Low mileage
No ceiling
Low ceiling
Kidnapped
Roof is missing
Baby
What have you been missing

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MTP 408

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