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