Lies

Original

This guy thinks I'm one hoe, man. She blow my motherfucking phone up.

Damn, that hoe got a fat ass right there, though. Hey, shorty, come here.

Come here, let me holler at you for a minute.

Fuck you too then, bitch.

Bitch, I'm the motherfucking king of Cleveland. You better ask about me.

Bitch, I just wanna put my thumb in your butt anyway.

Ayo, man, ain't that Rip right there?

Oh, shit, man. Let's go that way. Let's go that way.

-Man, what's up? -Excuse me, say what?

What's poppin'?

-Hey, man, go get that nigga. -Oh, oh, shit.

-Fuck you, nigga. -Come on, nigga.

No, nigga. We inside, nigga.

What's up with that, nigga? Fuck you, nigga. Fuck you, nigga.

Come on, come on.

Man, these young niggas crazy.

I'm getting the fuck out of here. I'm going to Vegas.

Oh, shit.

It's this nigga phone.

Oh, fuck that shit, man. I'm about to get on live on this nigga's shit.

-Fuck them day one niggas. -Sosa 808 made it.

Hear me now, Mitch Mula.

-Drop that bomboclaat. -Lies.

When they open up they mouth, I hear the lies.

They be talking, they don't even come outside.

Telling stories, that's the story of they life.

It's a disguise, they telling lies on. Lies. These niggas lie like they too ashamed of they lives.

These niggas lie like they can't stand to see you shine.

You know your ass too old to rap, you thirty-five. Boy, get off live and live your life.

I'm too authentic, hard living. Now we all winning.

You post them cars, I ain't never seen y'all in 'em. I hope that shit create a ditch and you just fall in it.

And they just listen to that shit and they be all in it. Lies.

When they open up they mouth, I hear the lies.

They be talking, they don't even come outside.

Telling stories, that's the story of they life.

It's a disguise, they telling lies on. Lies.

When they open up they mouth, I hear the lies.

They be talking, they don't even come outside.

Telling stories, that's the story of they life. It's a disguise, they telling lies on.

You would never wanna against a nigga that got nothing to lose, nothing to prove.

Internet all day, niggas ain't got nothing to do. Fucking with you.

Every day, all day, nigga, I be clutching the tool. Fuck all the rules.

Thirty-five year old lil' nigga, nobody running from you. We don't get chased, but we do the chasing.

Think Jesse Owens in your lane. How you was running like you was racing?

How you was running, but you a gangster? You gotta tell stories. You took a L, shorty. You losing hair, shorty.

He at the airport, you niggas fell for it. Lies. For some reason they cocky now.

See my face and block me out. He left his mans for dead, yeah.

I know well if he knock him out. I seen him fall like Pacquiao.

Ran to your car and locked him out. Run your mouth and I see now. Run to your Gram and shout me out. Little bitch.

Lies.

When they open up they mouth, I hear the lies.

They be talking, they don't even come outside.

Telling stories, that's the story of they life.

It's a disguise, they telling lies on. Lies.

Hear the lies. They don't even come outside.

That's the story of they life