Shyan Selah - Sweet Little Lies

It’s really all just like a familiar lie.
You know it’s like any dream un-lived or un-fulfilled is really a lie. But it’s like you got to lie to yourself to get to the dream because the dream ain’t even here yet, it ain’t even real. Yeah that’s how it is for all of those in the struggle.

Yo for all my dudes that’s never had nothing
For all my hustlers trying to grab something
For all my chicks coach bag hugging
On the block cat walking on the ave frontin
Ben Frank hunting trying to get they dream off
Thanking God I’m alive trying to break the team off
I want the finer things in life keep my drip fresh
That Royce Phantom yeah..., platinum painted wet
I want to give my girl a better life
The Mo Cheddar days, them Go getter nights
I’m out late at night, trying to make it pop
She know I am the one, but she trying to make it stop
Her girlfriends hate me but they kind of want me though
I went from pushing paper to baking the sour dough
So when the dust smack the bust back is not needed
This is a lie so familiar for those that’s fiending


Tell me lies
Sweet little lies
Like, I would do anything
To make you smile
But I’m a warrior baby
And I’d sacrifice
Hustle til my soul’s on the cross, blood on the floor and my spirit rise
Feel my spirit rise


This is a different type of economics
For the players and the pushers and the sex-aholics
The street fiends, the in-between’s and curb ballers
That money lean to the North, Green like SuperSonic
The ghetto monopoly will make you play the psychotic
While you stack ya dollars, she try an trap ya dollars
Now you trap falling, cat stalling trying to make you fall
So he’s supposed to be the homie but he ain’t here at all
Just another MuthaFucka trying to take it all
Set you up to fall, then he watch it all
Bullets riding through ya soul like 4x4
You take last breath like what’s it all for?
Life is a lie if your dreams never come at all
It’s like as if Dr. King had never come at all
Watch your step and your thoughts and who you roll with
A familiar will have you dreaming til ya soul quit


Tell me lies
Sweet little lies
Like, I would do anything
To make you smile
But I’m a warrior baby
And I’d sacrifice
Hustle til my soul’s on the cross, blood on the floor and my spirit rise
Feel my spirit rise


I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Hey hey hey
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Hey hey hey
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Hey hey hey
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free


Lies sweet little lies
Like I would do anything to make you smile
I’m a warrior baby and I’d sacrifice
Hustle til my souls on the cross blood on the floor and my spirit rise
Feel my spirit rise


I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Feel my spirit rise
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Feel my spirit rise
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free
Feel my spirit rise
I’ll hustle I’ll push I’ll get it til I am free

Written by:
SHYAN SELAH, SOPHEAP SUON, STONE PAXTON

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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