[Chorus: CHIKA]
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hits
All net, no bricks
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick (Be honest)
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it)
All net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick, yeah

[Verse 1: CHIKA]
This ain't no cap for no app
N***a, tell me the truth
'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin'
So what you TL 'bout to do?
N***as be hella uncouth, you ain't found no one to listеn
But you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot
Most of them yеssin' in hopes of the blessing
That one day you gon' let them step in the booth, huh
We both know that shit's a lie, uh
Loyalty look like a bribe, uh
You know the industry cold
And so you gon' do what it takes to survive
Meanin' you'll call me at any odd hour to vent
But don't never reach out to say hi
Maybe that worked for a fan who don't know that they dope
But not me, n***a, I'm twenty-five, huh
Maybe I've gotten too old and
Maybe the magic has died, uh
Maybe I learned that a hero
Was only amazin' before I could fly, uh
Maybe my wings are a threat
So you keepin' me close in case you take a dive, uh
And maybe I love you too much to go harder
Or worse, I'm afraid we alike
[Chorus: CHIKA]
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips
Don't cry, make hits
All net, no bricks
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick (Be honest)
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it)
All net, no bricks (Truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick

[Verse 2: CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs]
I'll dare myself to be real without fear that I'll say too much
Fuck it, I'm sensitive
Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic
I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much
Sue me, I'm human, in flawed, I am fluent
A hot-headed bitch tearful bitch, damn it, I'm humid
I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it
A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it
Oh, chaos? I choose it, I'm bored with the regular
Even my psychotic episodes scheduled
How I get everything I ever wanted
But I still be green? Might as well call me Elphaba
Even the deadlines be too much for me
And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea
And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs
I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah
I think this shit's gotten old
I'm only here for the vibes (Yeah, yeah)
Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin'
Depression? I'll keep it inside (Yeah)
Nowadays, music about a few seconds
That make you sway from side to side (Yeah)
Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics?
For real, I'm just wastin' my time (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs & CHIKA]
Lately, I don't pay attention
The rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight
They was scared of the grind
This loyalty shit is fictitious now
Only see you when bottles and bitches out
And you do so much dick-eatin'
Can't really tell if you dressed for the hoes or the n***as now (Haha)
Ho, how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now
I wish ninety percent of these rappers
Would go get a job application and fill it out (Fill it out, yeah)
Kinda funny the same n***as that I was hatin'
Is callin' my enemies snitches now (Haha)
Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah)
I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' (Yeah, yeah)
Now cry me a river now
Peace to the game
Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game
But lately I've been chillin' with my kids 'cause a n***a 'bout to live
Then be six feet deep for the game
N***as goin' six feet deep for the fame
End up in six by six for the clout
A n***a gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let the real n***as out
Fuck police, let a real n***a breathe
Every day, they wanna see another n***a bleed (Yeah)
So how I'm supposed to act when I'm Black in traffic
And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees?
N***as goin' six feet deep for the cheese
End up in six by six for the clout
A n***a gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let my real n***as out
Let my real n***as out (Be honest)
[Outro: CHIKA]
New house, new whip
New clothes, new drip (Go ahead and be honest)
Stay fly, take trips
Just grind, no tips (Might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (You want it, you got it)
All net (Truth or dare, to be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick