To Rate★ intro ★
Eh, i think i'm tired (tired of what?)
Tired of tryin' (what for?)
Tired of the lies
Tired of see my niggas die, tired of see my niggas die
I had to wipe them off my eyes, (brr, brr brr)
Tired of slidin' (i'm tired of slidin')
I'm tired of ridin' (i'm tired of ri-)
Time to slang that iron
★ verse 1 ★
Had to put my jersey up cause a lot of niggas dyin'
But i find in i was pushin', look inside my eyes you think i'm pussy ain't no beatin' around the bushes
Yo life gettin' tooken if you play me for a rookie
My first sit my bitch set em up i call it hookey
They say they want dead old chop back
Leave the whole car flat, double back on a 'em
Woah, woah, woahhh
I tried to leave his wig peeled back
But he ran a four-flat so so i had to walk em down
But i been on some better shit, benley walkin' felly bitch
But that shit is irrelevant, i can feel the jealousy
Got me out my element, loving what she tellin' me
But my heart just has been sellin' it
★ chorus ★
Cause i'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies (i'm tired of-)
Tired of seeing my niggas die (brr, brr)
Had to wipe they momma eyes, (oh wife),moment of silence (are)
Had to silence the audience, they were askin' for my guidance, cause i was wildin' and wildin' out again (aye)
★ verse 2 ★
Too many doses
I put the drugs up and learned to cope with my emotions
They told me dive in, i dove in head first
Put in my head first, even worse
What if i ain't try, so i put that shit inside
Old me he had to die just to come up on the rise (brr, brr, brr)
I revived a few times, with my life up on a line
Yea i did the crime, but my intentions was devine
I ain't lyin' woah woah (ayeee)
That ain't yo bro, you tell em no, and he start actin' like a ho
Get around a few women and he start puttin' on a show
Braggin' bout a drill, yeah he really snitchin' on the low
That's the type of shit that have them fuckin' killers at yo door (killers at yo door)
★ verse 3 ★
Cause i'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies, (what you tired fo?)
Tired of seeing my niggas die
I had to wipe they momma eyes
Mama please don't cry
I'ma cry (on the side) of side of yuh
Tell her she a rider rider yeaa, tell her i'm proud of proud of her keep my head up, i'ma leave the bro
Can't put it down start to thinkin' i'm a (brr) preacher
Tryna awoken my people (ayeee) hope
They hear me through they speakers
But it's hard for me to reach em
Out of reach with they reality, but i know god proud of me
Tell em keep on downing me, i bet that i prosper
And i put that on my daughter
Speakin' of my daughter, i ain't even seen her you want her
Old me i would've slumped her, yea, i'm talkin' bout her mama
But these people love drama, they feed off negativity
Don't know they identity, cause they keep on watchin' me
And other celebrites, don't even have a pot to people
People want it like on ig, man that shit just blow me
★ chorus ★
Cause i'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies (i'm tired of-)
Tired of seeing my niggas die (brr, brr)
Had to wipe they momma eyes, (oh wife),moment of silence (are)
Had to silence the audience, they were askin' for my guidance, cause i was wildin' and wildin' out again (aye)
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