Fiction (feat. Dannie May) - Kankan

I got Pr!me and Kidd Dannie with Sev'n Almighty Yunno the music gonna hit Yh we're in the game, we ain't missing I got the music for the ages Yh we dodging leeches, at supersonic speed, ain't giving to bad energy You want me to be your Dorian gray I see you and i greet namastey yuh Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally) Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally) Vibe eternal, yh we jolly, she wan' suck my lolly Kriss Kringle on his sledge we dropping hits like Wally Yh we go balling, yh we go vibing, making our moves we ain't flopping Yh we go raving SwImming in money, praising the Lord we ain't stopping We ain't getting carried away, from all these hoes i run away I was low-key yesterday, now I'm high, feeling the sky all day yh Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally) Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally (Wally) Vibe eternal, yh we jolly, she wan' suck my lolly Kriss Kringle on his sledge we dropping hits like Wally She wally uhh She think she fine, but she ugly bruhh She think that she funny, she boring uhh She got no ass and no titties now She a wally now IG be causing this shit Making them think like they hot and some shit Ah Make up doing the most Look at the face You might just run up and ghost Let me cap on this shit On my neck, you could see VVS's (Ice, Ice) Ice on my wrist you could just ski on that shit Look Kingpin, drugs, smoke we just tryna feel good bro Player of the year, I got bitches in my condo Twenty on the jac, spent it all, we got some real dough Made it out the trenches, Yeno, me and dannie, good bro Wally west, she a fast nigga (Zoom) Break hearts, she a bad nigga No love, she a gold digger Wally girl, she got no figure Twenty five in a mansion Cold heart, no attraction Fuck love and affection Ugly girl no erection Twenty five in a mansion Cold heart, no attraction Fuck love and affection Ugly girl no erection Damn, wally wally wally wally wally wally Yeah wally wally wally wally wally wally Yeah wally wally wally out the streets, off the van Bands off the wall Yeah I get paper; cash receipts See me out here I be lit (Ah, ooh-oh-oh-oh) Forty rushed in with a sick bitch, yeah Forty get shot for a sick bitch, yeah (Yeah) Play with my dick like a sick bitch, yeah (Yeah) She comin' back like a frisbee, huh Who you gon' show when you see me? Aye Up with this shit like Mosby, yeah Fuckin' up teams like Kobe, 24 See me outside with that patek on me (Yeah) I might come out with the glock on my hip (Yeah) They might say that it's that Rambo shit (Yeah) Rambo that shit and I flee from the scene (Yeah) I put my soul in the trap and that's it (Ayy) Don't give a fuck what you think 'bout me (Ah) Don't give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout me I ate this track and this ain't my E, Yeah Wally wally wally out the van She be trappin' like a nigga from the south Yeah I'm on a streak and you know this go crazy, it's a hit Ain't got much to say 'cept watch out for my dawgs 'Cause they be hot and when we step out we be lit Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally, Wally Girl i love it when you put your ... all on me Not your ... all on me Wally, Wally

Come one, come all to a clueless affair Inhabiting patrons awaiting their share We promise you money (You'll do just fine, honey!) They whisk you away as they teach you to stare Open your eyes! I've looked to the skies and the forecast today is a forecast of grey The vultures of main street parading the grave heat while silently stalking their prey (Up sell them, up sell them, up sell them, hey!) So stay and earn yourself a fortune of minimum wage And pay the rest of your working life away We can't give you honesty, honestly I don't see anyone living that way May you make it out, or remain the same As you get comfortable in your profession, be sure that you see you're still at their discretion And all moves you make are observed with close eyes. Avoid all the faults or your in for surprise Please do explain how you're not insane. You're here for their money and not for the fame You study their tactics and put in the practice with no hope of winning the game (Out sell them, out sell them, out sell them, hey!) Why would you throw all your ambition out so fast? Didn't you know this isn't what you said you wanted to last? So I can say goodbye, and leave this all behind or I can stay and enjoy all this minimal money And minimal living for minimally nothing and...

I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back Cuffing that ho, that's how you get whacked All these racks just like an ATM Bitch, I fell in love with cash Yeah, I got racks, I'm well off Bitch, I'm cooling in the back Yeah, that nigga fell off, and he still ain't shaking back And I heard them niggas ran off, yeah, they ran off with his stash Yeah, ran off with his bag Uh, ran off with his cash Yeah, I can't cuff these bitches, all these bitches shaking ass Left my old ho in the past Got a lot of niggas mad I just walked in with that fire He can get hit with that nine, nigga Yeah, I just walked in too high (Yeah) Racks on me, I ain't signed yet Yeah, uh, way too high, think I need a private jet Yeah, that boy, he better not try, send them shots right at his neck Yeah, that Draco hit his flesh (Yeah) Fucked his ho, now he upset (Uh, uh, uh-uh) Fucked his ho, gang screaming neck (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) Told the labels, cut the check FN make a nigga wreck Made a hundred off the internet And that Trackhawk sound just like a jet Took his ho, no, he can't get her back