Key: F major
Verse 1
B
G#m
You lie so much that when you tell the truth
B
D#m
No one believes the shit you speakin'
F#
B
Exaggerated tales start leakin'
out your inner mind
G#m
B
The same line you've been usin'
F#
D#m
Dirty snakes spittin' out
G#m
B
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
D#m
B
vinegar vans got that ass right
G#m
D#m
How bout these lyin' ass politicians?
got a couple of
Clintons to
B
G#m
I'm huggin' my main squeeze,
exchange keys, left for
G and change
B
G#m
See I be that same nigga,
Now what's the 4 -11 in
B
G#m
the streets on these niggas?
Still plotting, player aching and
E's dropping
G's stopping, listen,
F#
B
I'm pimped out on the mission
shooting a hundred times in
the chest with your tech?
B
D#m
ass flexing materially
D#m
B
shit you claim to be
G#m
B
Friend or foe, let these niggas know that
D#m
B
enough for all you busters
B
D#m
the nation to the young ones
D#m
B
up small towns like young guns
D#m
B
D#m
F#
D#m
B
Stop used to, stop woulda, stop shoulda, stop coulda, stop baby start tellin' the truth, stop flauntin',
G#m
B
D#m
F#
B
G#m
B
G#m
F#
B
stop treatin', stop exaggeratin', stop lyin', baby start tellin'
G#m
F#
B
G#m
B
the truth
G#m
B
D#m
Why do these niggas be grippin' on my nuts so tight,
F#
D#m
ridin' mo' dick than a pro bitch
D#m
Cappin', a minute ago you just shook my hand,
F#
D#m
now you're on the phone tellin' some ho that
G#m
B
D#m
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about your fake tails,
F#
D#m
cake sales, or about the hoes you say
G#m
D#m
B
D#m
And these bitches far worse than what they seem,
F#
D#m
sellin' mo' pussy than the record label
B
G#m
Dreams, schemes,
B
D#m
on how to take a good nigga cream
G#m
B
No baby, open your eyes,
D#m
F#
try to realize I'm hip to all that schlick shit
when you come to me
G#m
B
None of the shit you pop,
Records for lyin',
G#m
F#
B
On all the jazz that you spit,
You make your folks feel sick,
you can't be trusted at all
F#
B
If you got inches for a lie,
you would be ten feet tall
think about what you speak
B
Alright, let's censor, you told me some shit,
F#
B
G#m
On the conclusion to the message you was stating,
G#m
B
I can see through your skin,
look deep into your heart
D#m
F#
And let me know that you was phony
from the goddamn start
B
G#m
B
Constantly counting my pockets,
D#m
B
earned loot in your hand
G#m
B
D#m
I know you niggas debatin' on whether
F#
D#m
or not to work your hoes just to get information
B
G#m
But the worst thing of all,
D#m
F#
And then expect somebody else
G#m
Stop used to, stop woulda, stop shoulda,
B
F#
B
stop coulda, stop lyin', start tellin'
G#m
the truth, stop flauntin', stop trade,
F#
stop exaggeratin', you need to start tellin' the
B
G#m
truth, stop used to, stop woulda, stop shoulda,
F#
B
G#m
F#
B
stop coulda, stop lyin', to start
D#m
B
I beat a killer player laid off in
G#m
B
No love, oh well,
it
I'll get you high by
G#m
B
Seekin' to kill and destroy your decoy
D#m
F#
Affiliated my name with this game
D#m
B
cause they put strain on the street boy
G#m
B
D#m
I just wanna live righteous
B
G#m
But I'm faced with liars an d never ending haters,
perpetrators and niggas with stress
F#
G#m
Will I rest or will I continue to
B
F#
so I'm clutching my baby girl
Now where y 'all been?
It's
Mr.
MJG,
A -Ball, and we ballin'
B
G#m
man
B
G#m
F#
G#m
You
B
G#m
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