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NO LIES
I say fuck it if I aint withcha and don't call me when them tricks dissmiss ya.
I'm the video and you're the picture but the gold frame don't fit ya, and this real bitch won't miss ya.
That's what happens when life decides to fix ya, you call your ride-or-die, these angel eyes, the ones you always seem to wanna make cry, the one who never stops tryin'; but only when you're high.
There is no us, no team, no unity, just torture, just screams, just you, just me, just them and they and some other broad when you say "WE".
Took all you could dish and you broke out cause I didn't break,
Just bent up and boned out and left your punk ass to skate.
Cuz I folded and had bones broken left that last piece of concrete from my chest as your token.
A souvenier set on that XBOX, something to look at while you're smokin'.
All them times you said "I'm Jokin'"
There was no lies and less truth, just them weak ass stories with no proof, splitting me and half and splitting up my loyalties to you.
And them tears that flooded cities, them boxing matches weren't so pretty, and that kid who's life you left so shitty.
There's no hero in this story
It was all guts, no glory
A good girl turned to a whore see
A hundred niggas who co-signed the whole thing
Not knowing that "ho" had your ring
Laughed and clowned and tried to drown but yall ended up crowining the Queen
Honesty and loyalty breeds love and gets respect
that shit you don't know 'bout, just showin' out,
you spread hate and lies, you a carnival reject,
and believe I'll be around to watch the show when karma comes to cash her checks.
Cause you're on NC status, that's nothing commin, but the world was at your feet,
Now all I see is a clown with a frown, cause I got no love for a liar or a theif.
Sew your hands to your chest and while I bleed out all the rest
Pull the knife you left in my back and put it in your [/font]chest.
I'm the video and you're the picture but the gold frame don't fit ya, and this real bitch won't miss ya.
That's what happens when life decides to fix ya, you call your ride-or-die, these angel eyes, the ones you always seem to wanna make cry, the one who never stops tryin'; but only when you're high.
There is no us, no team, no unity, just torture, just screams, just you, just me, just them and they and some other broad when you say "WE".
Took all you could dish and you broke out cause I didn't break,
Just bent up and boned out and left your punk ass to skate.
Cuz I folded and had bones broken left that last piece of concrete from my chest as your token.
A souvenier set on that XBOX, something to look at while you're smokin'.
All them times you said "I'm Jokin'"
There was no lies and less truth, just them weak ass stories with no proof, splitting me and half and splitting up my loyalties to you.
And them tears that flooded cities, them boxing matches weren't so pretty, and that kid who's life you left so shitty.
There's no hero in this story
It was all guts, no glory
A good girl turned to a whore see
A hundred niggas who co-signed the whole thing
Not knowing that "ho" had your ring
Laughed and clowned and tried to drown but yall ended up crowining the Queen
Honesty and loyalty breeds love and gets respect
that shit you don't know 'bout, just showin' out,
you spread hate and lies, you a carnival reject,
and believe I'll be around to watch the show when karma comes to cash her checks.
Cause you're on NC status, that's nothing commin, but the world was at your feet,
Now all I see is a clown with a frown, cause I got no love for a liar or a theif.
Sew your hands to your chest and while I bleed out all the rest
Pull the knife you left in my back and put it in your [/font]chest.
Published 9th Jul 2013
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