Tonalité : 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
Bb
cold -hearted venom
Gm
Bb
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
Dm
cause they pussy tight
F
Think I don't know,
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
Bb
and that ain't right?
Dm
Cappin', a minute ago you just shook my hand,
F
Dm
now you're on the phone tellin' some ho that
Bb
we've been friends.
Gm
Bb
Dm
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about your fake tails,
F
Dm
cake sales, or about the hoes you say
Bb
you serve well.
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
Dm
a lot I must be green
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',
Bb
cause I ain't buyin'
Gm
Bb
None of the shit you pop,
Dm
stop before you get your ass dropped
F
Freakin' for a minute,
Bb
now I'm droppin' your ass like it's hot
Gm
You of
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,
Gm
I'm still waiting
F
Bb
Gm
On the conclusion to the message you was stating,
Bb
now you hating
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
Dm
the cut under lo cust
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
F
Niggas start tweakin',
I'll get you high by
Bb
this weekend
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
Bb
live up in this mess?
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,
Bb
peep game
Gm
The truth will set you free,
Bb
Gm
man
Bb
Gm
F
Gm
You
Bb
Gm
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsBb Gm Dm F
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