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fiction fake - high school dreaming lyrics

(intro) +
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(hook) +
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b+tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(verse 1) +
first off, f+ck that b+tch that sat with me in science class
i cannot fall, f+cked your friend ’cause that b+tch got a finer ass
talk down on my name, i swеar to god boy, i’ma spray you down
we don’t carry sticks because this uzi got an 80 round
rеmember all these hoes ain’t pay no mind
now we just laugh at b+tches
money countin’, count it, stack right up like it’s some [?]
b+tch i’m not not underdog, but d+mn i went from rags to riches
used to date these ratchet hoes, no more carin’ ’bout how bad these b+tches
[?] the +rs+nal
somehow feel responsible
these b+tches keep on textin’ me like you hoe irresponsible
i’m drivin’ in a corvette
b+tch i need more bread
more checks that i go collect
wonder why she so upset
b+tch i’m strapped like rambo
protect me ’cause i can’t go
the watchin’ like a d+mn show
paint on her face like van gough
b+tch, i move fast, a speed demon
every night, i need women
if you not in tune with the movement, then you need to listen
i do not make pop hits
test me, i’ma c+ck it
b+tch sent you mirror pics, my b+tch came here topless
i walk ’round like that n+gga, if we fight b+tch, i’ma pop quick
walk around with chopsticks
tell that boy down the block f+ckin’+
(hook) +
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b+tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(verse 2) +
and i swear to god, when i get rich, i’m gettin’ me a tight b+tch
i used to go off type beats, now i’m the one they typin’
you’re jealous just a slight bit, don’t f+ck a basic white b+tch
i pass her to the team, then i sleep before the night b+tch
how i make it from a f+ckin’ dream, this type of sh+t you never see
2 weeks like in quarantine, i’m icy like the ocutein
don’t give in, got self+esteem
can’t f+ck that b+tch, i got the green
used to go down evergreen, now i’ll be rich at 17
i walk ’round like i’m grandson but don’t call me your d+mn blood
my scale that i advance on
there’s dead opps that i dance on
i’m right, i can’t be d+mn wrong
and listen to this d+mn song and everybody got a dream
and mine was when i take a chance
(hook) +
stop it, boy you need to stop it
i been countin’ bands
put a thousand in my pocket
i know that they watchin’
swear to god, they plottin’
turn a high school dream into reality then took off like a rocket
so i dropped it, got rich, now make more then profits
copped it, took a picture with your b+tch then cropped it
we spin right on your block, we guarantee you’ll get a little nauseous
i swear to god they watchin’, i swear they outta pocket

(outro) +
and i, and i, and i swear to god
yeah, and i swear to god
yeah, yeah, and i swear to god
yeah, yeah, and i swear to+

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