CCher - Liars lyrics

[Intro} Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't give a f** Whatever Let's do it [Verse 1] I'm on like your television set in the morning I'm on like the Pacers in the net when they scoring These haters steady snoring why they think my rap is boring I'm fresh, these other motherf**ers rigamortis I'm winning, they think I'm a villian I show no forgiveness, you aim with the clip in I bring out the visciousness, splitting them dividends You was forgetting him, but I still murder the beat as in k**ing it No methamphetamine, smoking the heavy green, know that you feeling it God damn Beat up the beat so they need to be healing it Switch it up, I be amping up the wattage And I bang out, IU, 3 like Christian Watford I'm a beast, a f**ing God, it don't matter what you calling it Last name is Cherry so you know I'm on the top of it Topping it off, hopping around Up in the cut and I'm making the sound Flexing on haters, I put in my work, when I get that compensation Reciprocate it while keeping it elevated The game's like a plate of food, know I'm boutta make it, I'm eating hoe (Haha, hold up, hold up) [Chorus] (And, and, and this is what I said) Uh, why the f** they lying If they ain't no cat then the motherf**er's dying I don't show no mercy to a fake motherf**er Who's hating on me, undercover [Verse 2] Ask em why, why, why are you hating him? I got the sturdiness, I'm standing while they caving in I'm bathing in the greatness that I see inside my mind's eye Working on the plan, hit them from the blind side Take the bad sh**, put it in the hindsight Take a bad b**h home, go night night Hit it like a nail, never going to jail Except for paying fines when I was lying right outside of Wells So trashed, but I never do the garbage You say your life is difficult, but you don't know what hard is Neither do I, don't front if you ain't sh** Then you gonna get roasted, fried, toasted, and baked, sh** Lying in bed, mind in the head Spirit is delirious, I'm flying ahead I know I'm heaven sent from the UPS Got a package for the earth, I'mma do my best Watch yourself, when I'm hopping out the Honda When I smoked that motherf**er like I'm smoking on the ganja But I whipped that motherf**er to the d**h And I'm whipping up the dope sh**, you know that I'm the best [Chorus] Why the f** they lying If they ain't no cat then the motherf**er's dying I don't show no mercy to a fake motherf**er Who's hating on me, undercover [Verse 3] Bi-Birds chirping while I'm channel surfing Keep flicking like the wicker in my candle burning Puzzled, so I wonder if I got a purpose I put in work I should get some f**ing reimbursement Life ain't easy, or black and white like checkerboards It ain't a referee, but I should set the score And then I'll rig it like a Belichick Maybe f** around, get signed, for the hell of it But, for now I'm sipping Gatorade Serving up lyrical filets on my paper plates Keep up the hate, I'm working for the porcelain And I'm hoping that I never come up short again