CHIKA, Freddie Gibbs - TRUTH OR DARE lyrics
CHIKA [Jane Chika Oranika] Montgomery, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CHIKA, Freddie Gibbs - TRUTH OR DARE lyrics]
New house, new whip new clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hit's all net, no bricks
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it) all net, no bricks
(Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck 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, uh
Loyalty look like a bribe, uh
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 hit's all net, no bricks
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it) all net, no bricks
(Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit no time, clock tick
I'll dare myself to be real without
Fear that I'll say too much
Fuck 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 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
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 dressed for
The hoes or the niggas now (Haha)
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, yeah)
Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin'
Is callin' my enemies snitches now (Haha)
Man, this shit write it'self
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
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it)
All net (Truth or dare, to be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit no time, clock tick
Stay fly, take trips just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hit's all net, no bricks
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it) all net, no bricks
(Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck 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, uh
Loyalty look like a bribe, uh
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 hit's all net, no bricks
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it) all net, no bricks
(Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit no time, clock tick
I'll dare myself to be real without
Fear that I'll say too much
Fuck 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 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
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 dressed for
The hoes or the niggas now (Haha)
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, yeah)
Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin'
Is callin' my enemies snitches now (Haha)
Man, this shit write it'self
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
Fuck 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 hit's
(You want it, you got it)
All net (Truth or dare, to be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit no time, clock tick