Lie on Me Video (MV)

You, you, you and you need to do you
It ain't magic, none of this is voodoo
A lot of artist get mad cause they boo boo
And now the Council glowed up nigga, who knew?
But that ain't my fault
I'm just trying to get paid, I'ma save my vault
A lot of bodies outlined, but that ain't my chalk
A lot of haters throw shade, but that ain't my salt
Cause my flavor is love
And this isn't just music, it's a labor of love
And I really think the reason God had me so low, was to show the people music is a gift from above
All that I'm saying, is that I'm gifting fans like birthdays
This ain't a genre, hip hop is my birthplace
So why you trying to talk about me with a hurt face?
You should have never spoke my name in the first place

So why you gotta lie on me?
I ain't your sofa, why you gotta lie on me?
I know I ain't perfect but I'm worth it
And I'm working on me, shit I try homie
So why you gotta lie on me?
I ain't your taxes, why you gotta lie on me?
I know I ain't perfect but I'm certain
That they hurting whenever they see me shine, homie

Got to learn to let things go
Some things is not good to hold on to
Sometimes you got to let things flow
That river just gonna do what it wanna do
You can't stop that if you had, no other choice for you to bend or grab
Another branch to break on that path, laying down before your feet could land
And it's no thing for me to fall, the brace I have instilled upon me since birth
Is running out, it's just hard for me to live I been on my streak
I just beat the game with my heart
Yo my brain, it just trails behind
I just do my thing with no jailing time
And I'ma do it clean and just make it mine

So why you gotta lie on me?
I ain't your sofa, why you gotta lie on me?
I know I ain't perfect but I'm worth it
And I'm working on me, shit I try homie
So why you gotta lie on me?
I ain't your taxes, why you gotta lie on me?
I know I ain't perfect but I'm certain
That they hurting whenever they see me shine, homie