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