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