Key: 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'
D
Bm
Dirty snakes spittin' out
Em
G
Hoes frontin' like they virgin
Bm
G
vinegar vans got that ass right
Em
Bm
How bout these lyin' ass politicians?
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,
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
shooting a hundred times in
the chest with your tech?
G
Bm
ass flexing materially
Bm
G
shit you claim to be
Em
G
Friend or foe, let these niggas know that
Bm
G
enough for all you busters
G
Bm
the nation to the young ones
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
Em
G
No baby, open your eyes,
Bm
D
try to realize I'm hip to all that schlick shit
when you come to me
Em
G
None of the shit you pop,
Records for lyin',
Em
D
G
On all the jazz that you spit,
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
think about what you speak
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
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,
Bm
D
And then expect somebody else
G
D
G
stop coulda, stop lyin', start tellin'
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
Em
G
No love, oh well,
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
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
G
D
so I'm clutching my baby girl
Now where y 'all been?
It's
Mr.
MJG,
A -Ball, and we ballin'
G
Em
man
G
Em
D
Em
You
G
Em
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