Chip - Under Oath Lyrics
(Hook: Chip)Under oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yeaUnder oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea(Verse: Chip)So we know how the story or glory goesBut I just tell lies like the Morgan ShowI don’t rap about trappin but you know the shit’s realI’m the north side product, that the best bricks builtGrew up around the worst of us, made it to the best of us*****ing every couple, but I’m shitting on the rest of emThe weed stops my growth but my money’s getting talSuccess is just a journey where your circle gets smallerLiars don’t holler me, cut me I bleed honestlyGame’s just a book I read, you’re looking like a novelBorn in lights switched to increase the statsI won’t fade away if they give me a shotKing dreams when I aim for the netYou internet geeks are just quoting my webI be fresh on the scene, a hundred million dreamsNever lie in the booth, truth, are you mean(Hook: Chip)Under oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yeaUnder oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea(Verse: Trae Tha Truth)Same shit, different day, niggas know how it goesTryina tell em that I’m a star, pay attention, it showsSo we knocking at the door like why the ***** is they closeIs to the niggas helping, they laughing ***** em, they hoesThey don’t owe a nigga nothing, all good I supposeThey left a nigga in the gutter, they was ballin like prosI don’t make you reppin I’m a cop but only head and there’s noseGet rid of it, hit the light and leave him in the whip that I choseI dare it to go rose and leave the rest of it frozeLaid up with entertainment *****es, some of them missin they clothesIt’s a real nigga in the building, lord knowsHaters aimin for the target while these women they hoesTell them that I’m the truth, nothing less if I talkNothing less than runnin these streets, off in this money I walk,Never made it to commercial but I’m famous in the hood,In the city, I’m the throneless king, understood?(Hook: Chip)Under oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yeaUnder oath, I don’t lie in the boothSing it to me, it’s the gospel truthSing it to me, it’s the gospel truth yea yea
