This is a song about "Always lying"

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Then again you might be lying

We running that show all around the globe

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

But they ask me,is that piece real or are you lying?

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

You think i'm lying to you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Girl your beauty ain’t lying, boy you’re king like a lion

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying

I was born to do the damn thing