You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said) lyrics

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KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "You Ain't Gotta Lie (Momma Said)"

Study long, study wrong, ^!$$%
Hey, y'all close that front door, ya'll let flies in this mother$#[email protected]
Close that door!

My OG up in this mother$#[email protected] 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 $$#uming 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


[Bridge:]
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

[Hook x2:]

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

[Hook x2]


[Bridge]


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 bull%#@!

Instead of dreamin' the auction, tell me just who your boss is
^!$$%s be fugazie, (*##$es be fugazie
This is for fugazie ^!$$%s and (*##$es 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 ^!$$%s got low money

And loud, broke ^!$$%s got no money
The irony behind it is so funny
And I seen it all this past year

Pass on some advice we feel:

[Hook]

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