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