MoStack - Stop Lying PT.2 lyrics

[Verse] Too much haters, no enough ammo Anybody can go [?] I never let ‘em know when I'm getting gwop You won't see I ball, like Fetty Wap Won't you come my way Baby won't you come my way Got something I'd like to say I cannot get you out of my brain Married to the money, my bae Let's have kids everyday sh**, I had to give that a replay [?] these pagans nah like me Cos Modally's been that n***a since the 90's She's sixteen but she's looking like she's nineteen These young girls looking grown, you got I.D? Everyone's the same, who's different? Everybody's came and who's gripping? You think I give a f** about what you and you are flipping You're just some broke n***as in some new true religion I fell in love with my stack b**h A-mama-ni-na-na-na She said she fell in love with my adlibs And all these rap boys just chat sh** That ain't really you, you're just a catfish These n***as rapping ‘bout [?] Claiming that they squeeze and shoot Well I don't believe them youtes I can't believe them guys, I can't believe them lies If a m**m shoots then they say he's just a terrorist White boy shoots then they claim he's on some h**n He's just a mad man Free my n***as cos I hate prison I swear the feds should get locked up for racism And gunshot if you ain't with me You should've went to the [?] and just stayed in it Long story short, them n***as caught me with a weapon Never had nothing, so I had to keep it stepping And I picked up a board and I licked him Where's Mo? sh**, the feds just nicked him They wanna treat the other guy like he's the victim I'm just thinking oh my days, I just got nicked for a [?] Not another case, I wanna [?] now I bow my head down and zone out Plus the CCTV ain't looking so good Will I go jail? I don't know how And then my mum gets a phone call “Yo the case got thrown out” What? She said the case got thrown out What? Ay yo the case got thrown out (ay mandem) Ay yo the case got thrown out I wouldn't say I'm living in the best way Hoped over the fence cuh' the feds came I remember asking mummy “can I get those?” Starting selling d** when she no Ay yo it's weird how it flipped out I went from listening to Chipmunk and Chris Brown And now I'm chilling in Chip's house Ay yo I've come down far And I'm just a gangster with banter, ha, ha, ha, ha All these n***as wanna rap about guns All these n***as wanna rap about blah, blah, blah, blah But they don't really sell coco They don't really let shows, blah, blah, blah, blah You're dissing in front of you bros But in the bedroom you're gonna la, la, la, la Ay brudda' we don't do them tings Ay brudda' you don't do that, nah, nah, nah, nah Stop lying blah, blah, blah, blah Stop lying blah, blah, blah, blah A-mama-ni-na-na-na-na Woo-woo [Outro: ?] All these n***as wanna rap about guns, all these n***as wanna rap about guns Yeah, you don't even sell coco, you don't even let shows go You're dissing in front of you bros In the bedroom, you're going down low