Why Lie (10 Million Ways to Die) - $ILKMONEY

Why lie?

I’ll probably die where the dope is

Face down in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is

Obituaries won’t be in English and make no sense

Or died in the Poconos from overdosing on blowfish

You fuckin' wit a nigga that’s dead already

Told the bitch when I’m gone to fuck my team once my head is buried

Dig me up once a year to give me head in the cemetery

Leave her wielded, disclosed, it’s-it's a brick in the Ben and Jerrys

Fuck it, you bitch niggas some deadbeats

Spittin', hittin', you hard to base, make niggas legs break

Praying we move the weight in the day like Jenny Craig say

And you make enough to not give a fuck about what the feds take

Why lie?

I’ll probably die where the dope is

Or in between sofa cushions smushed between where remotes live

Divide a four-fifth, 'cause my nigga told me to dope hit

Or die for fucking a nigga sister like Manolo did

You can’t hold my dick 'cause it’s too heavy

.45's turn into .50 cals, this a new dessy

Love a bitch with a pussy, butter-soft like a new Peli

With AR’s that go from semi to fully with dual settings, uh

True feelings grow within my melanin

Pussy so good that I swore I would never swear again

Pussy so good that I told her I couldn’t bear to sin

Until I got bored with shawty, and felt the need to tell a friend

Why lie?

I’ll probably die where the dope is

Or die because I’m a lion, tryna get from the poachers

Die from using a fork to get Pop-Tarts up out the toaster

Die 'cause somebody lied and told me that Coke was just soda

Die from too many lines, 'cause I swore that my dope was doper

Die like wylin' coyote, got hit with too many boulders

Die 'cause he came from the right, and looked over the wrong shoulder

Or die when fire ignites 'cause I didn’t put out the smolder

How I’ma end it?

(Whoa, the song of your life)

Both, I could die by suicide and leave such a nice note

Italicize why, pantomime rhythms and tight flows

Just for kicks, I’d write right after fiddin' goodnight, folks