TRUTH OR DARE CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs

[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
Nigga, tell me the truth
'Cause when we in person, you swear that you hurtin'
So what you TL 'bout to do?
Niggas 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, nigga, 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