fiction

I was addicted to fuckin', you know, uh, girl's doggy-style shit
Goddamn, I'm addicted to a lot of stuff
I got addicted personality, you know
I've done coke, I've done crack, I've done crookin'
Mehn, that's what I've done, no, I ain't done methyl it's chronic

My talent is in abundance, your crowds look like they was funded
When I kick it then you get punted, this real shit, this ain't no stuntin'
Like damn, I was born in '96
I can't even hit the blunt no more, but damn I'm high as shit
Drugs make you bug out, call a blitz for the zip

You still in the dugout, I be comin' with them hit
Don't let me get you gloves down, treason I will not commit
When the Pac touched down Curveball with the pitch back then
They ain't wanna look me up, now they wanna all smoke a blunt
How 'bout that? Nah, bitch, I'm all booked up
Just take a look at the stats, take a look at the facts
I'm a home run, and bitch, you a motherfuckin' bunt
You a motherfuckin' runt, and to be honest
I ain't even doin' no fronts

How 'bout this? How 'bout that? How 'bout white? How 'bout black?
How 'bout pink? How 'bout purple? How 'bout fiction? How 'bout facts?
I need ten-k (damn)
The weight of the squad on my back, I need Bengay (true)
And the enemy's on the attack, but I'm on sensei (damn)
And my thoughts have been so out of whack
I need a replay, I need a relay
I need a three-way, sauce with cheese plate for my ab, ho'

(Nick, call me)
(Just call me please)
Yo, but fuck the bullshit
If these words is ammo, then my verses is like a full clip
Come watch me strip from my pulpit
Get it crackin' like bullwhip, sure as shit
I'm the shit, I ain't God, but I'm close
Blasphemy and comatose, transcendental overdose
Ego in my overcoat, I already died before
If you ain't know, then now you know

Got hyperbars and metaflow
So if you know, then you know (go Nick)
Honestly, don't get the respect I deserve
Fuck what you heard, the flow is absurd
Ahead of my curve, ahead of the words
Diverse are my verses, written in cursive
Blessings and curses, shit make you nervous
Shit make me nervous
He took a red pill, she took a blue pill, I took a purple

My shit is like when every time is like the first time (godamn)
I said it once already, remember my first line? (Woah)
Remember when Christians first took a sip of that water wine? (sip, sip)
They stole it right from Egyptians, that's just a redesign (facts)

It's Treese De Niro, it's Treese Pacino (wooh)
It's Treese in the casino, it's Treese Tarantino
Preachin', let me stop it, gotta put passion over profit (ah-ah)
If you wanna grab me, then come cop it (ah-ah)
And the music, I won't drop it (ah-ah)
Lest I feel it in my soul and gain control and then unlock it
Two grand on the investment on the brand called that John Stockton
Make a fuckin' million, they gon' wish they woulda stopped me
You put out a diss bitch and they gon' call it floppy (floppy)

But I'm not one for flexing (flexing)
Please call me no texting (texting)
Yeah, I'm from the South, ho, I'm the best, I reckon
Fuck you, motherfuckers
I'm just tryna tell the truth to motherfuckers
So I'll probably roll another blunt
That's just to sue the motherfucker

You ain't never heard shit like that
You ain't never felt weight like this
I said I would be right back
God told me to feed my itch
I told him to mind his biz
He told me what's mine is his
Make sense why I write like this, let go
My resurrection begins

The hell is that?
Have you lost your fucking mind?
You're talking about drug shit on the celli? (Lance, help me)
The cops can come to my house (come on Lance help me)
(Grab her feet)
Hey, hey, hey, are you deaf?
You are not bringing this fucked up bitch into my house (grab her feet)
This fucked up bitch is Marcellus Wallace's wife
Do you know who Marcellus Wallace is? (Yeah)
Do you? (Yeah)

If she croaks on me, I'm a fucking grey-spot
Now look, I will be forced to tell him that you did not help
And that you let her die in your lawn
Now come on, help me, help me, pick her up