Truth or Dare
Freddie Gibbs CHIKA Lyrics
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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 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
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 your TL 'bout to do?
Niggas be hella uncouth, you ain't found no one to listen
But you know 'bout twelve that'll shoot
Most of them yessin' 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 (lie)
Loyalty look like a bribe, uh (bribe)
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
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
I'll dare myself to be real without fear
That I'll say too much, fuck it, I'm sensitive
Then I get mad, I get passive, sarcastic
I know that I play too much, might hit the J too much
Sue me, I'm human and flawed, I am fluent
A hot-headed bitch tearful bitch, damn it, I'm humid
I stay stackin' ammo, I know I won't use it
A secret's a key and I'm likely to lose it
Oh, chaos? I choose it, I'm bored with the regular
Even my psychotic episodes scheduled
How I get everything I ever wanted
But I still be green? Might as well call me Elphaba
Even the deadlines be too much for me
And I'm only productive with shrooms in my tea
And I'm perfectly fine with neglectin' my needs
I'm a slave to the mental shit nobody see, yeah
I think this shit's gotten old (old)
I'm only here for the vibes (yeah, yeah)
Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin'
Depression? I'll keep it inside (yeah)
Nowadays, music about a few seconds
That make you sway from side to side (yeah)
Why am I thinkin' so much 'bout my lyrics?
For real, I'm just wastin' my time (yeah)
Lately, I don't pay attention
The rap shit is really a waste of my time, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Homies fell off 'cause they thought it would come overnight
They was scared of the grind
This loyalty shit is fictitious now
Only see you when bottles and bitches out
And you do so much dick-eatin'
Can't really tell if you flex for the hoes or the niggas now
Ho, how do you feel me now? Cry me a river now
I wish ninety percent of these rappers
Would go get a job application and fill it out (fill it out, man)
Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin'
Is callin' my enemies snitches now
Man, this shit write itself, I don't script it out
Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (yeah)
I was rollin' but picture me pimpin' now (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cry me a river now, peace to the game
Rhyme still kill in the streets for the game
But lately I've been chillin' with my kids
'Cause a nigga 'bout to live
Then be six feet deep for the game
Niggas goin' six feet deep for the fame
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let the real niggas out
Fuck police, let a real nigga breathe
Every day, they wanna see another nigga bleed (yeah)
So how I'm supposed to act when I'm Black in traffic
And they tryna wack me and I'm down on my knees?
Niggas goin' six feet deep for the cheese
End up in six by six for the clout
A nigga gotta stay ten toes down
So kill all the rest, let my real niggas out
Let my real niggas out for sho' (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 (Truth or dare, to be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
No time, clock tick
In the song "TRUTH OR DARE" by Freddie Gibbs CHIKA, the lyrics touch on various themes such as authenticity, the challenges of the music industry, mental health struggles, and societal issues faced by Black individuals.
The first verse talks about a superficial lifestyle with references to material possessions like a new house, new whip, and new clothes. The lyrics suggest the need to stay focused on grinding and making hits rather than relying on tips or shortcuts. The line "All net, no bricks" could mean achieving success without any hindrances or obstacles. The line "Fuck facts, just spit" might imply disregarding facts or reality and simply expressing oneself freely through music. The mention of the clock ticking potentially points to the limited time artists have to make their mark in the industry.
In the second verse, Chika criticizes dishonesty and fake behavior prevalent in the music industry. She highlights the disparity between how people present themselves on social media (TL: timeline) versus their real-life struggles. Chika notes how individuals within the industry often prioritize personal gain and fame over loyalty and genuine connections. The line "Maybe I've gotten too old" suggests Chika feeling disillusioned with the industry and questioning her place within it. She also touches on the fear of being vulnerable and having her wings clipped, metaphorically referencing her potential and creativity being suppressed.
The chorus repeats the lines from the first verse, emphasizing the need for honesty and authenticity. The repeated "truth or dare" phrase encourages individuals to confront their true selves and be forthright. The lyrics also suggest that Chika is willing to expose her vulnerabilities and flaws, stating, "I am fluent, a hot-headed, tearful bitch." She acknowledges her imperfections but refuses to be silenced or restrained. Chika admits to using substances like weed (hitting the J too much) to cope with her emotions, and her chaotic nature becomes a deliberate choice.
In the third verse, Chika expresses frustration and weariness with the state of the rap game. She feels undervalued and considers the time spent focusing on lyrics to be a waste. The line "Bored of complainin', I'm told that I'm drainin'" reflects her desire to move beyond complaining and explore new creative territory. She questions the importance of music that only provides fleeting enjoyment and wonders if her lyrics hold any significance. Chika feels she has outgrown the rap scene and prefers to spend her time with her children.
The fourth verse addresses systemic issues faced by Black individuals, referencing police brutality and racial profiling. Chika describes the fear and vulnerability she experiences as a Black person in society, particularly when confronted by authorities. She acknowledges the risk of violence and death faced by Black people for the sake of material gain or recognition. Chika encourages true and genuine individuals to rise above the rest and to challenge societal norms that perpetuate inequality and prejudice.
Overall, "TRUTH OR DARE" delves into personal emotions, the struggle for authenticity, the challenges within the music industry, and the societal issues faced by Black individuals, creating a thought-provoking and introspective lyrical narrative.
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Andrew Cohen, Carron Mitchell, Jane Chika Oranika, Derek Dixie, Peder Losnegard
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
remi-D
Okay I’m starting to get really confused as to why this hasn’t completely blown up yet???? This is beautiful music and we get a Freddie guest verse????? What am I missing
Racquel Holt
Right..👀🔥💯💪
Mont The Beat Maker
most people dont like good music
Johnny Blaze
I'm still scratching my head about it too. This is a great song wtf
O.G The don
Cuz gibbs ain’t from illuminati crew
remi-D
A month has gone by and this song isn’t everywhere like it should be. There’s no justice in this world man
Adam Boles
Chika is slept on. Album is so darn good! This song is a certified banger.
Simon Wayne
Any day CHIKA posts is a win
os m
Yes!
LakeOne
CHIKA was great as always but goddamn Freddie went crazy