Stop Lying

"I need a jeweler, I been so out of range" (Stop lyin')

"My new chain ain't worth the comfort, I just ran out of change" (Stop lyin')

"All these haters on me, can't accept my name" (Stop lyin')

"I ran out of attention so I went to fame" (Stop lyin')

 

I swear I been tired of this for so long

I swear I been dialed in, but so wrong

'Cause apparently all they care about is no songs

I been writin' all day just to be so fond

I'm incitin' away all these low cons

I been betterin' myself and I hope to better the world

But if they send me a letter, they prolly send the letter with pearls

And spend all that money instead of stamps

-This is the mindset of a brainwashed man

Focus too much on the world, then his pain-causin' rants

-But I'm still conscious enough to stay in my lane, pause chants

Control audience, control audio and I partially been

Way too tired, way too fired, but way too dialed

Layed you while, paid a sire, then gave a pile

Of homework, you to admit that I'm better than you

And I'm still crispy enough to get my battle and send it in too

Album titles, descriptions, addictions and name details

"Stay in your lane" emails, workin' in registers in pain retails

Lay these fails, I've had enough of it, and I'm not gonna stomach it

But if I was to plummet it, I'd probably end up suffering

 

"I need a jeweler, I been so out of range" (Stop lyin')

"My new chain ain't worth the comfort, I just ran out of change" (Stop lyin')

"All these haters on me, can't accept my name" (Stop lyin')

"I ran out of attention so I went to fame" (Stop lyin')

 

"You got a call yesterday, someone said they miss the old you"

I need to evolve past these obligations not tryna get told to

Do what to do, happy conversations in concentration

Tryna protest while I'm doin' pro tests with an observation

I need more room to let my mind branch out

But if these norms in hip hop stop me from my chance now

I might have to bring someone else down, take 'em for a dance, how

About another five hundred dollars down the drain and off my hands, now

I been doubted in every way shape or form, day, laid the storms

Paid, way too warm, gonna take up the classic section of the hall

Spittin' random words and shut my mouth like plastic connecting through my jaws

All too much, I'm lookin' out on life

Life is like a sponge, it just barely goes around the knife

Without being cut and being broken in will

Soaking it still, choking 'til I'm killed

It turns from five months sober to overdosin' in the pills

 

"I need a jeweler, I been so out of range" (Stop lyin')

"My new chain ain't worth the comfort, I just ran out of change" (Stop lyin')

"All these haters on me, can't accept my name" (Stop lyin')

"I ran out of attention so I went to fame" (Stop lyin')

"I need a jeweler, I been so out of range" (Stop lyin')

"My new chain ain't worth the comfort, I just ran out of change" (Stop lyin')

"All these haters on me, can't accept my name" (Stop lyin')

"I ran out of attention so I went to fame" (Stop lyin')