Fresco Stevens - Defeat lyrics

Shout out to the Palatine Police Department, ya dig? [Verse 1: Fiction] I've been trapped inside the crib 'cause my L's is suspended Plotting ways to make some dough but I can't even spend it I got debt and I got court dates, hope to dodge a sentence It ain't all that serious but I developed a vengeance Dog, they f**ing with my money I was gonna buy some beats Now I'm rapping over something that I can't afford to lease I'm just trying to chase my dream, but society impedes Will I ever find my peace? f** you very much, Mr. Police, dog $800 in a night, over petty stuff Then they got the nerve to call me saying I ain't paid enough 50 more dollars, are you nuts? Is that a joke? Man, my homie had to bond me out I'm obviously broke I just got back on my feet, how you gonna knock me down? I know I was born a king, they just cannot see my crown They must think that I'm a clown, it must be my red nose They gon' diss ya till they need ya we all know how that goes [Bridge 1: Fiction] You don't know me, you don't know me, you don't know me, not at all If you knew me, you would know that I am coming for it all Kick me all you want, f** you mother f**s I never fall One time for the fam, you know that I do this sh** for y'all Yes I do this sh** for y'all, yes I do this sh** for y'all If you ever need a hand I hope you know that you can call 'Cause I'll always be right there for you, right there for you Just to let you know I care for you, I care for you [Verse 2: Fiction] As for the rest of you, I think it's best if you Get off my testicles, don't test the dude He'll collect the fumes and explode: Electrocute So don't be shocked, if he steps all on your Reeboks Don't step up with that cheap talk if you won't deliver that good sh**: detox I'm a true rocker, Chewbacca, these co*ks is some Ewoks When my heat drops these girls knees drop After the show we're gonna need mops Imitators wanna go and eavesdrop Try to figure out why he's hot Probably 'cause I k** it when the beat knocks From the trap sh** to the beatbox Just fill the space with my freed thoughts Fans tell me that they need lots I'm the man, so they demand, and I reply with more supply That's basic economics at hand, yes, I'm Fiction, but I won't lie So best believe it when I tell you: I don't really give a f** if I die! Damn [Bridge 2] Oh man I think I'm tripping, don't know what's got into me Think that I've been jaded from all this negative energy Help me please, thank God Fresco cooked me up this beat So I can brag about my sk**s while I ignore my heart's defeat (x2) Forreal