Lie to meKXNG Crooked

[Chorus]

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me
Everything they saying sounded so fly to me
Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight
Like, give a piece of the pie to me
Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence
Murder was the case, you the witnesses
Now I’m just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place
Lie to me my nigga they lie to me
Everything they saying soundеd so fly to me
Told me if I rhyme right I would bе in the limelight
Like, give a piece of the pie to me
Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence
Murder was the case, you the witnesses
Now I’m just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

[Verse 1]

Coz show business is a motherfucker man
A circus from the start, workin on your art
I be spittin verses in the dark, perfect coz I’m smart, but it really hurt you in your heart, when you never see your name when you searching on the charts
But is it really about that?
Somebody just heard my song on a soundtrack
They said it saved they life, you count that?
Hell naw dog they don’t count that
Nobody give you a Grammy for taking care of your family
Nobody give you a Grammy for saving lives on the mic, no
Maybe that’s the award, I stay asking the lord
“Shall I give up on my rhyme flow?”
I’m watching time go by, eye for eye
The game shot me down now I’m clapping at the game thinking “my oh my, why oh why”
Is being better a curse, niggas rapping the same
I Grind Or Die, that’s G.O.D
Fam biz in the back that’s C.O.B
This industry ain’t meant for me
So I play in a different league
Wise move like Ice Cubes 3 on 3
I escaped that maze full of lies
I’m well known but my fame in disguise
Dominate rap shows by the name Van Gogh, prolly give me all my praise when I die
His paint brushes cost more than his pictures
When he was living out his portraits would hit ya
For like a million you could worship my scriptures
Or better yet just bury me on a war ship
Salute the general Crook, open my lyrical book
I ain’t even hearing a physical and niggas
Is shook
Give em a look, ride down my side on my size brain, now you reside on a high plane that’s where your spirit is took
Hold on

[Chorus]

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me
Everything they saying sounded so fly to me
Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight
Like, give a piece of the pie to me
Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence
Murder was the case, you the witnesses
Now I’m just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place
Lie to me my nigga they lie to me
Everything they saying sounded so fly to me
Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight
Like, give a piece of the pie to me
Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence
Murder was the case, you the witnesses
Now I’m just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

[Verse 2]

A lil kid starts rappin
I was elementary age way back then
My love for the shit was so pure wouldn’t see a spec of dirt if you wiped it with a napkin
Hold up, before the strap back in
Before the trappin, before the captains or trap men
Hold up
I would transport homework in my jansport
Lil dude backpackin
Hold up
I see myself on the porch, headphones on
Scrolling through the source
Before the biz knocked me off course
Before they killed that lil kid no remorse
Yeah, you see that child right there
He grew up in the hood yeah it’s wild right there
But he knew he would escape it
If only he could make it
He perfected his freestyle like yeah
Got my first deal, got my first wheels
Paperwork say the deal was worth mills
Show my baby momma how a Louis purse feels, before I start smokin church hills
It was never hard getting pretty women but I never had this many
All the bitches in the club used to front now they wonna have kids with me
Shit switched so instantly
Kinda hard for a young nigga
Especially one who ain’t got no father figure
So how can I process it all when I’m hanging with the gang members
Sippin hard liquor, sippin liquor when I’m hanging round the hood
Smoking on cigars like I’m hanging out with Suge
Got a contract still gotta stay strapped
God damn, thought I made it out for good
JackBoys think of robbin my chain
Record labels steal the thoughts in my brain
Taking L’s like my credit card on xbox
Guess I gotta charge it all to the game
Left death row, niggas died around me
Left slaughterhouse, fans cried around me
Talkin bout the old ain’t the vibe around me
I feel like the ropes still tied around me
A shooter walked up and he tried to down me
I feel like the whole world tryna drown me
LBC east side to downy
They know me in the streets and inside the county
I’m a legend on my coast take that!
My legacy you will never take this
I know some rappers that slit they wrists
Suicide coz they couldn’t make hits
Think I’m lying they don’t talk about that tho
Cover it up go out the back door
I think about it when I’m at my rap show
Backstage im going over my rap flow
I heard a voice say you aren’t on fire
Get the mic man it’s time to go live
Step on stage in front of the crowd
I think you motherfuckers already know the whole vibe
I grab the mic and say “YO YO YO”

[talking]

Lost, lost, lost
I got a woman at home and some kids and they don’t know bout nothing I go through
None of the shit I do
I’m fucking lost...