Key: F major
Verse 1
D
Bm
You lie so much that when you tell the truth
D
F#m
No one believes the shit you speakin'
A
D
Exaggerated tales start leakin'
out your inner mind
Bm
D
The same line you've been usin'
A
F#m
Dirty snakes spittin' out
Bm
D
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
F#m
D
vinegar vans got that ass right
Bm
F#m
How bout these lyin' ass politicians?
got a couple of Clintons to
D
Bm
I'm huggin' my main squeeze,
exchange keys,
left for G and change
D
Bm
See I be that same nigga,
Still plotting, player aching and E's
dropping G's stopping, listen,
A
D
I'm pimped out on the mission
shooting
a hundred times in the chest
with your tech?
D
F#m
flexing materially
F#m
D
that shit you claim to be
Bm
D
Friend or foe, let these niggas know
A
F#m
Hot folk feels that high speed's enough
Bm
D
Feeding fabrications across the nation
F#m
D
up small towns like young guns
F#m
D
Stop used to, stop woulda,
A
F#m
stop baby start tellin' the truth,
D
F#m
stop exaggeratin',
A
D
Bm
stop lyin', baby start tellin'
D
Bm
A
D
Bm
A
D
the
Bm
D
truth
D
F#m
be grippin' on my nuts so tight,
A
F#m
ridin' mo' dick than a pro bitch
shook my hand,
F#m
D
that we've been friends.
Bm
D
Nigga, I don't give a fuck
F#m
A
about your fake tails, cake sales,
F#m
D
or about the hoes you say you serve well.
Bm
F#m
D
And these bitches far worse than
D
Bm
Dreams, schemes,
D
F#m
on how to take a good nigga cream
A
F#m
Think because I don't talk a lot
I must be green
Bm
D
No baby, open your eyes,
F#m
A
try to realize I'm hip to all that schlick shit
when you come to me
Bm
D
None of the shit you pop,
stop before you get
Bm
A
D
On all the jazz that you spit,
You make your folks feel sick,
you can't be trusted at all
A
D
If you got inches for a lie,
you would be ten feet tall
think about what you speak
Alright, let's censor,
D
Bm
you told me some shit, I'm still waiting
A
D
On the conclusion to the message
F#m
A
And let me know that you was phony
from the goddamn start
D
Bm
D
Constantly counting my pockets,
D
Bm
D
And you slick -ass pimps
D
Bm
But the worst thing of all
F#m
A
And then expect somebody else
Stop woulda
Stop shoulda
A
D
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop trade
Stop exaggeratin'
A
D
Stop lyin' start tellin' the truth
Stop woulda
Stop shoulda
Stop coulda
A
D
Stop lyin' to start tellin' the truth
Bm
A
Stop flauntin'
D
F#m
I beat a killer player,
D
F#m
laid off in the cut under lo cust
Bm
D
No love, oh well,
Bm
D
Seekin' to kill and destroy your decoy
F#m
A
Affiliated my name with this game
F#m
D
cause they put strain on the street boy
Bm
D
F#m
I just wanna live righteous
But I'm faced with liars
D
Bm
an d never ending haters,
perpetrators and niggas with stress
A
Bm
Will I rest or will I continue to
D
A
so I'm clutching my baby girl
Now where y 'all been?
It's Mr. MJG, A -Ball, and we ballin'
For all of y 'all, yeah,
A
D
seek some gain, peep game
D
Bm
You like, yeah, yeah
Outro 1
Bm
D
Bm
A
Bm
D
Bm
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ChordsD Bm F#m A
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