CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs unveil new song, “TRUTH OR DARE” (+Lyrics)

CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs collaborate on the new “TRUTH OR DARE” track co-produced by Lido, Mayer Hawthorne, Derek Dixie & CHIKA. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

While CHIKA is an undeniably impressive lyricist and storyteller, her talents have been previously overshadowed due to drama with other celebrities. Just last month, she sparked a viral debate online after lashing out at crying infants on the same flight as her during a Twitter rant. As fate would have it, the little ones are the grandchildren of T.I. and Tiny Harris, and anyone familiar with that family knows that they don’t tolerate disrespect.

In the weeks since then, CHIKA seems to have put the beef behind her and focused on her mental health, which she blamed for her outburst. As many creatives do, the 26-year-old has been channelling her feelings into art. On her second single of 2023, the quick-witted star connected with Freddie Gibbs to play a game of “TRUTH OR DARE.”

Prior to the infectious song, we heard CHIKA on “REQUIEM FOR A DREAM.” As for Gibbs, he’s faced his share of media controversy recently as well, markedly from his ex-girlfriend who claims that he got her pregnant and went ghost. His only other release so far in 2023 is a feature on BJ The Chicago Kid’s “Liquor Store In The Sky,” which has nearly 550K streams on Spotify.

If you haven’t already, check out CHIKA’s new “TRUTH OR DARE” single with Freddie Gibbs on YouTube above. Additionally, you can add it to your playlist on Spotify/Apple Music. Are you a fan of the collaborative effort?

CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs – TRUTH OR DARE (prod. Lido, Mayer Hawthorne, Derek Dixie & CHIKA)

Get the song

30 June 2023
1 Song, 4 minutes
℗ 2023 CHIKA under exclusive license to Warner Records, Inc.

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Chorus: CHIKA]
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, yeah

[Verse 1: CHIKA]
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 you 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
Loyalty look like a bribe, uh
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

[Chorus: CHIKA]
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

[Verse 2: CHIKA & Freddie Gibbs]
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, in 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
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)

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs & CHIKA]
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 dressed for the hoes or the niggas now (Haha)
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, yeah)
Kinda funny the same niggas that I was hatin’
Is callin’ my enemies snitches now (Haha)
Man, this shit write itself, I don’t script it out (Yeah)
Brand new Porsche 911, I kit it out (Yeah)
I was rollin’ but picture me pimpin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Now 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 (Be honest)

[Outro: CHIKA]
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