TRUTH OR DARE-CHIKA/Freddie Gibbs

歌手 : CHIKA / Freddie Gibbs

专辑 : TRUTH OR DARE

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:05

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TXT TRUTH OR DARE-CHIKA/Freddie Gibbs 文本歌词

作词 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie

作曲 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie

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

** 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)

** 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 you TL 'bout to do?

Niggas be hella uncouth

You ain't found no one to listеn but you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot

Most of them, "Yеssin'" 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

Loyalty look like a 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 ever reach out to say, "Hi"

Maybe that worked for a fan that don't know that they **

But not me, nigga, I'm twenty-five, huh

Maybe I've gotten too old or, maybe the magic has died

Maybe I learned that a hero was only amazin' before I could fly, huh

Maybe my wings are a threat so you keepin' me close in case you take a dive

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

** 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)

** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick

Yeah

I'll dare myself to be real without fear that I'll say too much

** 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, in flawed, I am fluent

A hot-headed *** tearful ***, 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 ** nobody see, yeah

I think this shit's gotten 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 ** 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 ** is ficticious now

Only see you with bottles and *** out

And you do so much **-eatin', can't really tell if you dressed for the hoes or the niggas now (Haha)

So 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, yeah)

Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin' is callin' my ennemies snitches now (Haha)

Man, this ** write itself, I don't script it out (Yeah)

Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah)

I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' (Yeah, yeah), now 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

** 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

(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)

** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick

Yeah