Kunci: F major•
Verse 1
F
Dm
You lie so much that when you tell the truth
F
Am
No one believes the shit you speakin'
C
F
Exaggerated tales start leakin'
out your inner mind
Dm
F
The same line you've been usin'
Am
on these different women
C
Am
Dirty snakes spittin' out
Dm
F
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
Am
cause they pussy tight
Am
F
vinegar vans got that ass right
Dm
Am
How bout these lyin' ass politicians?
C
Not a whitewater scowler,
got a couple of Clintons to
F
Dm
I'm huggin' my main squeeze,
exchange keys,
left for G and change
F
Dm
See I be that same nigga,
F
fuck the fame from around your waist
Dm
Ex change game and get richer,
C
we off the dough for the dough
F
Now what's the 4 -11 in the streets
Still plotting, player aching and E's
dropping G's stopping, listen,
C
F
I'm pimped out on the mission
Dm
It's suave when we clickin'
shooting
a hundred times in the chest
with your tech?
C
How many necks you say you cracked
F
or is all that just a act?
Dm
Hoe as s, trying to show your ass
F
Am
flexing materially
C
Like a nigga can't see through
Am
F
that shit you claim to be
Dm
F
Friend or foe, let these niggas know
Am
that A -Ball don't trust ya
C
Am
Hot folk feels that high speed's enough
Dm
F
Feeding fabrications across the nation
C
And wonder why they shoot
Am
F
up small towns like young guns
Am
F
Stop used to, stop woulda,
Am
stop shoulda, stop coulda,
C
Am
stop baby start tellin' the truth,
F
Am
stop exaggeratin',
C
F
Dm
stop lyin', baby start tellin'
F
Dm
C
F
Dm
C
F
the
Dm
F
truth
F
Am
be grippin' on my nuts so tight,
C
Am
ridin' mo' dick than a pro bitch
Am
Cappin', a minute ago you just
shook my hand,
C
now you're on the phone tellin' some ho
Am
F
that we've been friends.
Dm
F
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
Am
C
about your fake tails, cake sales,
Am
F
or about the hoes you say you serve well.
Dm
Am
F
And these bitches far worse than
F
Dm
Dreams, schemes,
F
Am
on how to take a good nigga cream
C
Am
Think because I don't talk a lot
I must be green
Dm
F
No baby, open your eyes,
Am
C
try to realize I'm hip to all that schlick shit
when you come to me
Am
Tellin' me your dividends is low
C
Cryin', ho, stop that lyin',
Dm
F
None of the shit you pop,
stop before you get
F
now I'm droppin' your ass like it's hot
Dm
You of Records for lyin',
Dm
C
F
On all the jazz that you spit,
Dm
you make up stuff real quick
You make your folks feel sick,
you can't be trusted at all
C
F
If you got inches for a lie,
you would be ten feet tall
Dm
You need to sew up your mouth,
think about what you speak
C
Expressing lies bout the same
Dm
shit you said last week
Alright, let's censor,
F
Dm
you told me some shit, I'm still waiting
C
F
On the conclusion to the message
Dm
I can see through your skin,
F
look deep into your heart
Am
C
And let me know that you was phony
from the goddamn start
F
Dm
F
Constantly counting my pockets,
Am
trying to scheme up a plan
C
To find a way to get my hard
Am
earned loot in your hand
F
Dm
F
And you slick -ass pimps
Am
I know you niggas debating on whether
Am
Just to get information
F
Dm
But the worst thing of all
Am
C
And then expect somebody else
F
to try to give you some help
Stop woulda
Stop shoulda
C
F
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop trade
Stop exaggeratin'
C
F
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop woulda
Stop shoulda
Stop coulda
C
F
Stop lyin' to start tellin' the truth
Dm
C
Stop flauntin'
F
Am
I beat a killer player,
F
Am
laid off in the cut under lo cust
C
Fuck, just seen this young nigga
F
get smoked for some hundred spokes
Dm
F
No love, oh well,
Am
I guess he should've peeped it
F
I'll get you high by this weekend
Dm
F
Seekin' to kill and destroy your decoy
Am
C
Affiliated my name with this game
Am
F
cause they put strain on the street boy
Dm
F
Am
I just wanna live righteous
C
and buy just about whatever
But I'm faced with liars
F
Dm
an d never ending haters,
perpetrators and niggas with stress
C
Dm
Will I rest or will I continue to
Dm
I heard the world was a ghetto,
F
C
so I'm clutching my baby girl
F
With my pistol underneath my pillow
Dm
Here we go again, I'm all in
Now where y 'all been?
It's Mr. MJG, A -Ball, and we ballin'
For all of y 'all, yeah,
C
F
seek some gain, peep game
Dm
The truth will set you free, man
F
Dm
You like, yeah, yeah
Outro 1
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