This is a song about "Lying down"

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Ain't lying, im fuckin stating that fact though

And this will be the song that we sing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

You don’t like my shit, you must be lying,

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Street due to lying real estate agents.

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Then again you might be lying

But he don't rule a thing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

But lying won't help in this circumstance

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Fuck trying, go ahead keep lying