stop lying. (part 2)

stop lying, too much haters, not enough ammo, anybody can go, girls hopping low, lying, i'm never let them know when i'm getting gwap, 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, shit, i had to give that a replay, rumours these pagons no like me, cause modally's been that nigga 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 fuck about what you and you are flipping, you're just some broke niggas in some new true religion, i fell in love with my stack bitch, a-mama-niggana-na-na, she said she fell in love with my adlibs, and all these rap boys just chat shit, that ain't really you, you're just a catfish, these niggas rapping bout p & q's, 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 muslim shoots then they say he's just a terrorist, white boy shoots then they claim he's on some heroin, he's just a mad man, free my niggas cause 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 niggas 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? shit, 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 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 drugs 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 niggas wanna rap about guns, all these niggas 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-niggana-na-na-na, woo-woo, all these niggas wanna rap about guns, all these niggas 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