TRUTH OR DARE
Freddie Gibbs, CHIKA
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New house, new whip New clothes, new drip Stay fly, take trips Just grind, no tips Don't cry, make hits All net, no bricks F*ck facts, just spit No time, clock tick (be honest) New house, new whip New clothes, new drip (go ahead and be honest) Stay fly, take trips Just grind, no tips (might as well keep it honest) Don't cry, make hits (you want it, you got it) All net, no bricks (truth or dare, just be honest) F*ck facts, just spit No time, clock tick, yeah This ain't no cap for no app Nigga, tell me the truth 'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin' So what your TL 'bout to do? Niggas be hella uncouth, you ain't found no one to listen But you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot Most of them yessin' in hopes of the blessing That one day you gon' let them step in the booth, huh We both know that shit's a lie, uh (lie) Loyalty look like a bribe, uh (bribe) You know the industry cold And so you gon' do what it takes to survive Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent But don't never reach out to say hi Maybe that worked for a fan who don't know that they dope But not me, nigga, I'm twenty-five, huh Maybe I've gotten too old and Maybe the magic has died, uh Maybe I learned that a hero Was only amazin' before I could fly, uh Maybe my wings are a threat So you keepin' me close in case you take a dive, uh And maybe I love you too much to go harder Or worse, I'm afraid we alike New house, new whip New clothes, new drip Stay fly, take trips Just grind, no tips Don't cry, make hits All net, no bricks F*ck facts, just spit No time, clock tick (be honest) New house, new whip New clothes, new drip (go ahead and be honest) Stay fly, take trips Just grind, no tips (might as well keep it honest) Don't cry, make hits (you want it, you got it) All net, no bricks (truth or dare, just be honest) F*ck facts, just spit No time, clock tick I'll dare myself to be real without fear That I'll say too much, f*ck it, I'm sensitive Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much Sue me, I'm human and flawed, I am fluent A hot-headed bitch tearful bitch, damn it, I'm humid I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it Oh, chaos? I choose it, I'm bored with the regular Even my psychotic episodes scheduled How I get everything I ever wanted But I still be green? Might as well call me Elphaba Even the deadlines be too much for me And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah I think this shit's gotten old (old) I'm only here for the vibes (yeah, yeah) Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin' Depression? I'll keep it inside (yeah) Nowadays, music about a few seconds That make you sway from side to side (yeah) Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics? For real, I'm just wastin' my time (yeah) Lately, I don't pay attention The rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (yeah, yeah) Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight They was scared of the grind This loyalty shit is fictitious now Only see you when bottles and bitches out And you do so much dick-eatin' Can't really tell if you flex for the hoes or the niggas now Ho, how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now I wish ninety percent of these rappers Would go get a job application and fill it out (fill it out, man) Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin' Is callin' my enemies snitches now Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (yeah) I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' now (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Cry me a river now, peace to the game Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game But lately I've been chillin' with my kids 'Cause a nigga 'bout to live Then be six feet deep for the game Niggas goin' six feet deep for the fame End up in six by six for the clout A nigga gotta stay ten toes down So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out F*ck police, let a real nigga breathe Every day, they wanna see another nigga bleed (yeah) So how I'm supposed to act when I'm Black in traffic And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees? Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese End up in six by six for the clout A nigga gotta stay ten toes down So kill all the rest, let my real niggas out Let my real niggas out for sho' (be honest) New house, new whip New clothes, new drip (go ahead and be honest) Stay fly, take trips Just grind, no tips (might as well keep it honest) Don't cry, make hits (you want it, you got it) All net (Truth or dare, to be honest) F*ck facts, just spit No time, clock tick
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Written by: Andrew Cohen, Carron Mitchell, Jane Chika Oranika, Derek Dixie, Peder Losnegard
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