Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said) , by - Kendrick Lamar. Release date: 22.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said) |
| Study long, study wrong, nigga |
| Hey, y’all close that front door, ya’ll let flies in this motherfucker |
| Close that door! |
| My OG up in this motherfucker right now |
| My pops man with the bottle in his hand, actin' a fool |
| Hey, hey, babe check it out, Imma tell you what my mama had said, she like: |
| I could spot you a mile away |
| I could see your insecurities written all on your face |
| So predictable your words, I know what you gonna say |
| Who you foolin'? |
| Oh, you assuming you can just come and hang |
| With the homies but your level of realness ain’t the same |
| Circus acts only attract those that entertain |
| Small talk, we know that it’s all talk |
| We live in the Laugh Factory every time they mention your name |
| Askin', «where the hoes at?"to impress me |
| Askin', «where the moneybags?"to impress me |
| Say you got to burn your stash to impress me |
| It’s all in your head, homie |
| Askin' «where the plug at?"to impress me |
| Askin' «where the juug at?"to impress me |
| Askin' «where it’s at?"only upsets me |
| You sound like the feds, homie |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga |
| You ain’t gotta lie, you ain’t gotta lie |
| You ain’t gotta lie to kick it, my nigga |
| You ain’t gotta try so hard |
| And the world don’t respect you and the culture don’t accept you |
| But you think it’s all love |
| And the girls gon' neglect you once your parody is done |
| Reputation can’t protect you if you never had one |
| Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex) |
| Self-pity (complex), under oath (complex) |
| The loudest one in the room, nigga, that’s a complex |
| Let me put it back in proper context |
| What do you got to offer? |
| Tell me before you we off ya, put you deep in the coffin |
| Been allergic to talkin', been aversion to bullshit |
| Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your boss is |
| Niggas be fugazie, bitches be fugazie |
| This is for fugazie niggas and bitches who make habitual line babies, |
| bless them little hearts |
| You can never persuade me |
| You can never relate me to him, to her, or that to them |
| Or you, the truth you love to bend |
| In the back, in the bed, on the floor, that’s your ho |
| On the couch, in the mouth, I’ll be out, really though |
| So loud, rich niggas got low money |
| And loud, broke niggas got no money |
| The irony behind it is so funny |
| And I seen it all this past year |
| Pass on some advice we feel: |