Can't Lie ft. Electric Dreamers & FlamezHood Lyrics

Aaaa, why am I getting scared

Aaaa, there's some drama

You know either the fuck it's either a game

Aaaa, why am I getting scared

Yeah

Aaaa, all these spells for my nigga with his friend I forgot

Aaaa

I can never lie, I'm a do what's in my mind

You niggas tryna take me by surprise

But you can never catch me lacking

But I got to keep it stacking

All my niggas tipping 100

Went with the hat to the street

You know we keep it bossy

You know what's up my nigga

I been doing this shit since I was a teen

My mama told me boy you gon' shine you got to keep it real

Papa told me life is not a bed of rose

Go hard or go home you better watch your side

I'm a thug yeah, you know what's up yeah

Twelfth, haunted house with the local limit pump in the bag

One shot, everybody catching bullet holes

Never tryna brawl with a beast

You getting six feet deep

Ain't got no fucking feelings

All I gotta do is keep it dropping

The light flames what's happening

This is rapping in it

Young niggas why you forgetting

But I ain't tryna worry

Tryna panic

When the twelve tryna catch me

I'ma do the dash real quick

Scare through the fence

We running through the bushes

You know I'm a thug

I been robbing since I was fifteen

They think I'm copping

This street a rap

Ain't no cap in my rap

You fuck with me and I blow out your brace

And you know I'm that

I'm like that yeah

We relive the niggas you know

My heart so cold

I should be diagnosed on pneumonia

Yeah

Kelvin Taker on this one man

Getting live

Alright

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

We making money

Till we make the money on the Ms

I've been thinking of a codine while I take a sip

In what I sleep was saying

My Glock on my pillow

I know you ain't capping bro

I'm gonna get the money

Chase the bag and watch me blow

You know me I ain't never stop for shit

I keep on rocking

I rock my Jordan with my jaw down

We done shed it

Because now I'm spitting

I'm spitting bars from the booth

But you know I'm winning

I'm always at home

I don't got nowhere to go

I'm making all the niggas

Making them surprised

How I did it this fast

No one could tell I'm even lying

I can't lie

Bro you did this digit counting on my backpack

On my back

I got half a pounds of

Weed

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Sweet

Party