Lie to Me
And all I'm saying my nigga is be yourself, you know
You know who you are
You know where you came from
You know your struggle
So then just say that
We don't need clout
We already got money, you know
We don't need no followers
We just need to tell our story
It's been a good year
So prove it, you know
Like I'm bout to prove it
Lemme show you
Close the door
Don't you lie to me homie
Momma said dont break the bank to win the lottery homie
In this economy homie
I lost a lotta good homies
I just got Ryan and Tobe
Got off the phone with my one and only
Just slaughter these homies
She told me, she told me
I flew the coup you niggas soup
Took off the roof I give em proof
And if I shoot it won't be cute
I am the soil I am the root
I am the boy I am the truth
I'm weird, but I bet she like it
Here, and we chill in silence
Fear, I dont have that problem
Tears, I dont drop them often
Rest in peace to Mac
Ya shit never cease to slap
All our nephews and our nieces
They get dressed to your releases Jack
APC an aphrodisiac
You got no bread you Celiac
I had this shit inside of me
You broke I can lie to you but don't you lie to me
Hop out the matrix
Do your dirt
Grind how you gotta grind
Then hop back in
You don't gotta talk to nobody
You don't gotta feel bad about that neither, you know
Secure your direct deposit
Trust the process
Get uncomfortable
Feel young cuz you young
You feel like you a dawg cuz you a dawg, you know
And then prove that
You know prove it
I'ma close this door
And I'm hoping you never lie to me
Hoping that you gon ride for me
Knowing that you would die for me
Spread your wings out and fly with me
Mobbin deep like I'm Prodigy
I hope my family proud of me
Funny, they look down on me
Name a nigga that's fly as me
Grinding just like I gotta be
You know I keep that loud on me
Rolling that Mary Mary
I'm hoping you see the God in me
She said she ain't got time for me
Well I ain't got the time for these
Record labels profiting
All my people got to eat
Just think about it logically
If you was out in poverty
Would you try and make it out
Or try and take a different route
Before they try and take you out
They build you up to break you down
Crazy how they make you sound
I'm looking at my bank account
like what the fuck
Tryna make it out my situation
Balling like Gary Payton or Jordan
But I ain't fadin
Look how they try and play us
These dreams we been out here chasin
Feeling been so amazing
Let's get this shit off the pavement
I know
You know who you are
You know where you came from
You know your struggle
So then just say that
We don't need clout
We already got money, you know
We don't need no followers
We just need to tell our story
It's been a good year
So prove it, you know
Like I'm bout to prove it
Lemme show you
Close the door
Don't you lie to me homie
Momma said dont break the bank to win the lottery homie
In this economy homie
I lost a lotta good homies
I just got Ryan and Tobe
Got off the phone with my one and only
Just slaughter these homies
She told me, she told me
I flew the coup you niggas soup
Took off the roof I give em proof
And if I shoot it won't be cute
I am the soil I am the root
I am the boy I am the truth
I'm weird, but I bet she like it
Here, and we chill in silence
Fear, I dont have that problem
Tears, I dont drop them often
Rest in peace to Mac
Ya shit never cease to slap
All our nephews and our nieces
They get dressed to your releases Jack
APC an aphrodisiac
You got no bread you Celiac
I had this shit inside of me
You broke I can lie to you but don't you lie to me
Hop out the matrix
Do your dirt
Grind how you gotta grind
Then hop back in
You don't gotta talk to nobody
You don't gotta feel bad about that neither, you know
Secure your direct deposit
Trust the process
Get uncomfortable
Feel young cuz you young
You feel like you a dawg cuz you a dawg, you know
And then prove that
You know prove it
I'ma close this door
And I'm hoping you never lie to me
Hoping that you gon ride for me
Knowing that you would die for me
Spread your wings out and fly with me
Mobbin deep like I'm Prodigy
I hope my family proud of me
Funny, they look down on me
Name a nigga that's fly as me
Grinding just like I gotta be
You know I keep that loud on me
Rolling that Mary Mary
I'm hoping you see the God in me
She said she ain't got time for me
Well I ain't got the time for these
Record labels profiting
All my people got to eat
Just think about it logically
If you was out in poverty
Would you try and make it out
Or try and take a different route
Before they try and take you out
They build you up to break you down
Crazy how they make you sound
I'm looking at my bank account
like what the fuck
Tryna make it out my situation
Balling like Gary Payton or Jordan
But I ain't fadin
Look how they try and play us
These dreams we been out here chasin
Feeling been so amazing
Let's get this shit off the pavement
I know
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Writer(s): Darren Buck
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