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