You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said) Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar
Study long, study wrong
Aye, y'all close that front door, y'all let flies in this ****
Close that door!
My OG up in this **** right now
My pops man with the bottle of Hennessy in his hand, actin' a fool
Hey, hey, babe, check it out, I'ma tell you what my mama had said, she like
I can spot you a mile away, I can see your insecurities written all over 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 **** at?" to impress me
Askin' "Where the moneybags?" to impress me
Say you got the burner stashed 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 ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
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, ****, that's a complex
Let me put it back in proper context
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta try so hard
Askin' "Where the **** at?" to impress me
Askin' "Where the moneybags?" to impress me
Say you got the burner stashed 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
What do you got to offer?
Tell me before we off you, put you deep in that coffin
Been allergic to talkin', been a virgin to ****
And sell a dream in the auction, tell me just who your boss is
**** be Fugazi, **** be Fugazi
This is for Fugazi, **** who make habitual lyin' babies
Bless them little hearts, you can never persuade me
You can never relate me, to him, to her (Him, her)
Or that, or them, or you, the truth, you love (That, them, you, truth, love)
To bend, in the back, in the bed, on the floor (Bend, back, bed)
That's your ****, on the couch, in her mouth, I be out, really though (Couch, mouth)
So loud, rich **** got low money
And loud, broke **** got no money
The irony behind it is so funny
And I seen it all this past year, pass on some advice we feel
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my ****
You ain't gotta try so hard
