WE WAS LYING... Video (MV)

The first time I come inside the house, I wasn't living at this place no more
The intimacy splitting, they missing me, so then my mom gonna pull up

I'm getting ready, heard that all my uncles finna be there soon
I wasn't used to it the first time but it was great

I'm usually with my Hispanic side of family, ain't seen nobody, some they getting cuts (Then?)
Walking in playing games, I go chill with all of all of 'em inside the hot ass room

They try to clean up, we both responsible
We keep a close eye on little brothers, ain't no deal

But sometimes we got some issues, when you cussing, and you say you would snitch
Contradicting, wasn't gonna work, some witnesses

Was in the scenes, but we let 'em go if they really wanna show that they was
Gonna behave when it's just us in the house, couple months in, me, it's like a brand new feel

But it's the same experience, and I just grew more real
Some paying attention to me, the music I was showcasing to all of 'em

Feeling some type of way, I'm chilling in the guest room on the next door
Where they was at

I'm calling all my friends to kill the time with the slower days
Before the Coon Rapids, before the year wasn't bad

I'm planning, making events, the calendars I had on my pad
We getting hungry, trying to grab some food before it was eight

I pour in juice, and then I turn around to see broken plates
Now we gotta lie, or hide this shit, or not, 'cause this is on you

But since you niggas wasn't messing around, we gotta get through
This shit, because of we ain't got no clue, y'all asses get beat

And we ain't trying to take the blame, go get that shit, and go sweep
Almost here, organize the home, and then we grabbing the game

Go hook it up below the house, and see what we trying to play
We hear the door knob opening, we calm, and sit on the couch

Why you see some broken pieces that's inside of the bag?
All of us was in the basement, we was playing Super Mario

At one point we knew the nigga had to say he's sorry though
Pay the price, he come back combative, he super shook

Taking breaks, but not too long when writing sentences in notebooks
Same time every other week, repeating what we doing

Being careful, going places, spending time with family
Meet the little cousins, some of them was always hit

While I mess with them, but they not always cautious when they snitch
And when I was little, la familia Manzano wasn't playing with the lying

My tío six months older, if we ain't confessing, both our asses getting whooped
Menti mucho en los años cuando estabas conmigo

Lo siento mucho, siento mal, try to be more honest
I remember looking back now, how it is for both the families

The first five years, that I was in living
And make a transition and produce some new demeanor soon

When they go award anybody and the family, I'm in it too
We sit back, make a stop for the park, auntie pick us up

Walk around St. Paul, pay the visits soon
How I've been? I've been straight

Kicking it with all my friends back in Albertville
Wanna show them this place one time

Only me and y'all though, so maybe one day
So of course, they finna have questions

Where I've been now over the weekend
Sunday, going to church

Right now, getting lunch somewhere
After now, we on the way back home

I can answer many questions, for the little ones, and the ones my age
How's my job? It ain't been the same since the first day

But I managed making a pay
Everyday, gotta have some bullshit

Getting in my way, so I gotta figure out mistakes
I made to prevent this, putting me off

Then cut off a couple niggas that do me wrong (So?)
I take the chance and I get shit

Sometimes they acting, faking, they switch
I recollect myself on my emotions, but

I ain't ready, at times, I call in sick
Pardon my words for the moment, I'm missing plans

And you thinking that Izzy really got his check?
Hey now, do you know that I'm on the line?

I can hear y'all dumb niggas every time
Do not even make an attempt to keep it lowkey

Fake niggas around, you is a f*cking lie
I get myself out of the moment

Putting me on the spot don't mean I'ma show it
Stupid motherf*ckers try to get the chance

Don't try any attitude, they ballistic
Don't put it in my hands, thinking I'll fix it

Take accountability and try to quit bitching
Summer the recovery, they reach out to me

Overlooking in the oddest ways
Possible

Yeah

I guess now we back to the original program