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