(Hook: Chip)
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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(Verse: Chip)
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So we know how the story or glory goes
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But I just tell lies like the Morgan Show
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I don’t rap about trappin but you know the shit’s real
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I’m the north side product, that the best bricks built
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Grew up around the worst of us, made it to the best of us
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Fucking every couple, but I’m shitting on the rest of em
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The weed stops my growth but my money’s getting tal
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Success is just a journey where your circle gets smaller
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Liars don’t holler me, cut me I bleed honestly
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Game’s just a book I read, you’re looking like a novel
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Born in lights switched to increase the stats
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I won’t fade away if they give me a shot
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King dreams when I aim for the net
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You internet geeks are just quoting my web
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I be fresh on the scene, a hundred million dreams
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Never lie in the booth, truth, are you mean
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(Hook: Chip)
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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(Verse: Trae Tha Truth)
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Same shit, different day, niggas know how it goes
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Tryina tell em that I’m a star, pay attention, it shows
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So we knocking at the door like why the fuck is they close
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Is to the niggas helping, they laughing fuck em, they hoes
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They don’t owe a nigga nothing, all good I suppose
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They left a nigga in the gutter, they was ballin like pros
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I don’t make you reppin I’m a cop but only head and there’s nose
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Get rid of it, hit the light and leave him in the whip that I chose
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I dare it to go rose and leave the rest of it froze
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Laid up with entertainment bitches, some of them missin they clothes
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It’s a real nigga in the building, lord knows
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Haters aimin for the target while these women they hoes
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Tell them that I’m the truth, nothing less if I talk
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Nothing less than runnin these streets, off in this money I walk,
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Never made it to commercial but I’m famous in the hood,
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In the city, I’m the throneless king, understood?
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(Hook: Chip)
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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Under oath, I don’t lie in the booth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth
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Sing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
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Under Oath
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| Chip |
