TRUTH OR DARE-CHIKA/Freddie Gibbs

[00:00.000] 作词 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie [00:00.589] 作曲 : CHIKA/Carron Mitchell/Peder Losnegård/Andrew Cohen/Derek Dixie [00:01.178][Chorus: CHIKA] [00:14.528]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip [00:18.248]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips [00:21.169]Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks [00:25.219]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest) [00:28.465]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest) [00:32.371]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest) [00:35.824]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest) [00:39.517]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick [00:43.454]Yeah [00:44.123] [00:44.426][Verse 1: CHIKA] [00:44.772]This ain't no cap for no app, nigga, tell me the truth [00:47.160]'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin', so what you TL 'bout to do? [00:50.497]Niggas be hella uncouth [00:51.509]You ain't found no one to listеn but you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot [00:54.418]Most of them, "Yеssin'" in hopes of the blessing that one day you gon' let them step in the booth, huh [00:57.878]We both know that shit's a lie [01:00.679]Loyalty look like a bribe [01:02.145]You know the industry cold and so you gon' do what it takes to survive [01:05.594]Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent but don't ever reach out to say, "Hi" [01:09.745]Maybe that worked for a fan that don't know that they dope [01:11.552]But not me, nigga, I'm twenty-five, huh [01:13.237]Maybe I've gotten too old or, maybe the magic has died [01:15.469]Maybe I learned that a hero was only amazin' before I could fly, huh [01:20.258]Maybe my wings are a threat so you keepin' me close in case you take a dive [01:23.706]And maybe I love you too much to go harder, or worse, I'm afraid we alike [01:27.453][Chorus: CHIKA] [01:27.897]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip [01:30.732]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips [01:34.237]Don't cry, make hits, all net, no bricks [01:37.975]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick (Be honest) [01:41.733]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest) [01:45.288]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest) [01:48.927]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest) [01:52.898]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick [01:56.733]Yeah [01:57.773][Verse 2: CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs] [01:58.050]I'll dare myself to be real without fear that I'll say too much [02:00.015]**** it, I'm sensitive [02:01.491]Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic [02:02.786]I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much [02:04.207]Sue me, I'm human, in flawed, I am fluent [02:05.981]A hot-headed ***** tearful *****, damn it, I'm humid [02:07.697]I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it [02:09.345]A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it [02:11.181]Oh, chaos? I choose it [02:12.308]I'm bored with the regular, even my psychotic episodes scheduled [02:14.810]How I get everything I ever wanted but I still be green? [02:17.560]Might as well call me elphaba [02:18.807]Even the deadlines be too much for me [02:20.296]And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea [02:21.941]And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs [02:23.835]I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah [02:25.842]I think this shit's gotten old, I'm only here for the vibes (Yeah, yeah) [02:29.902]Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin', depression? I'll keep it inside (Yeah) [02:33.297]Nowadays, music about a few seconds that make you sway from side to side (Yeah) [02:36.838]Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics? For real, I'm just wastin' my time (Yeah) [02:40.715][Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] [02:41.053]Lately, I don't pay attention, the rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (Yeah, yeah) [02:44.219]Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight, they was scared of the grind [02:48.054]This loyalty shit is ficticious now [02:49.500]Only see you with bottles and ******* out [02:51.281]And you do so much ****-eatin', can't really tell if you dressed for the hoes or the niggas now (Haha) [02:55.117]So how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now [02:58.609]I wish ninety percent of these rappers would go get a job application and fill it out (Fill it out, yeah) [03:00.630]Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin' is callin' my ennemies snitches now (Haha) [03:03.929]Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out (Yeah) [03:05.989]Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah) [03:07.642]I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' (Yeah, yeah), now cry me a river now [03:10.625]Peace to the game [03:11.517]Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game [03:13.051]But lately I've been chillin' with my kids [03:14.645]'Cause a nigga 'bout to live then be six feet deep for the game [03:16.684]Niggas goin' six feet deep for the fame [03:18.362]End up in six by six for the clout [03:20.241]A nigga gotta stay ten toes down [03:22.101]So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out [03:24.743]**** police, let a real nigga breathe [03:26.136]Every day, they wanna see another nigga bleed (Yeah) [03:27.880]So how I'm supposed to act when I'm black in traffic [03:29.535]And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees? [03:31.158]Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese [03:32.963]End up in six by six for the clout [03:34.960]A nigga gotta stay ten toes down [03:36.991]So kill all the rest, let my real niggas out, let my real niggas out [03:39.574][Chorus: CHIKA] [03:39.832](Be honest) [03:40.758]New house, new whip, new clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest) [03:42.833]Stay fly, take trips, just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest) [03:46.284]Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it), all net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest) [03:50.154]**** facts, just spit, no time, clock tick [03:53.948]Yeah