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