Faxx or Fiction

Yeah, you know
It's normal to listen to a rapper and wonder
If what they're saying is facts or just fiction
Because there are so many illusions, so many situations
That are sung and portrayed in the music
That really leave me questioning
I'm always in doubt, but are these facts
Or just some made-up stories that this person is creating?
Sometimes I hear people and think
Yeah, this kid's been watching too many movies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just fiction, man

Hey, I always bring the good stuff, check it
What's up with these rappers?
They're so scared to rap
Don't mess with that head, or that pen
I've known for a while they make the perfect duo
Everything's handed to them, nah, Txo Boy won't accept it
Motivated by go-getters, yeah, if you want, join the crew
In indecision, I don't hesitate, better to judge for sure
Every single day, money moves, a guy doesn't sleep
Every single day panic, if you see me on some flyer
I get up with the goal to put
Deezy in your face
Since 2018, weekends at home are rare
The girl says Covid brought a peace of mind
Back to the conversation, but what's up with the rappers?
They used to flex hard, right?
Was it fiction or facts, uh?
I don't make up who I am, I speak, show, and live
I know where I'm at and where I came from
Fuck your LV, fuck your Fendi
Fuck your Prada, fuck your Gucci
And fuck if I offended you, fuck you too
If you're shallow, I won't buy your product
It doesn't matter to have a ton of rhymes, metrics, flows
If you don't have the words
And those replicas on your body
Are less fake than you

I'm out of breath, bro
Facts or fiction, officially
The talk that leaves rappers on edge
Check it, let's get it

Bars all day, choruses for years
I could make a career just on choruses with the homies
In great shape, like I spend the day at the gym, man
I dine with rappers, then lunch with business men
I'm gifted, nothing to do with Christmas, dread
A dude who says he wants nothing in return
Don't trust that dread
In this world, one hand washes the other
And that's how we stay straight, work dignifies the crew
In the end comes respect
Some are in the struggle, chasing a high beamer
I'm hustling to be the next guy living above me
And after they said it was impossible
To live off rhymes
Those who don't know learn, those who know teach
That's how I move, that's how I act
That's how I live
I believe no one does anything alone
So it's partnerships behind partnerships, uniting the outskirts
Spinning all of Tuga with the homies, including the islands
And they say: Come back anytime, like Worten
I embrace the people who feel the value of my work
I look up grateful, and raise my arms for the Lord to see
So that tomorrow is better than today

Because probably for many of you
The image is painted that the artist's life
Is an easy life
Only if it's in Wonderland, it's a cold game, man
And it doesn't matter to have a big watch on that hand
If you don't have a pulse
Facts or fiction