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Eh, I think I'm tired (tired of what?)
Tired of tryin' (what for?),tired of the lies
Tired of seein' my n***as die, tired of see my n***as 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 ridin'), time to slang that iron
I had to put my jersey up, because a lot of n***as dyin'
But I find in I was pushin'
Look inside my eyes, you think I'm pu**y
Ain't no beatin' 'round the bushes
Yo' life gettin' tooken if you play me for a rookie
My first hit, my b*t*h set em up I call it hookie
They say they want that old chop back
Leave the whole car flat, double back on 'em
Woah, woah, woahhh
I tried to leave his wig peeled back, but he ran a four-flat
So I had to w-walk em down
But I been on some better sh*t, been a walkin' felon b*t*h
That sh*t is irrelevant
I could feel the jealousy, got me out my element
Love it, what she tellin' me, but My heart just has been sellin' it

Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies (I'm tired of)
Tired of seeing my n***as die-ie-ie (brr, brr)
Had to wipe they mama eye-ye-yes (oh wipe)
Moment of sili-ili-ence, had to silence the audi-audience
They was askin' for my guidi-idi-ance
Cause I was wildin' and wildin' out again (aye)
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 sh*t inside
Old me, he had to die
Just to come up on the (brr brr) rise
I revived a few times, with my life up on a line
Yea, I did the crime but my intention is what's devine
I ain't lyin' woah woahhh (ayeee)
That ain't yo bro, you tell em no, and he start actin' like a hoe
Get around a few women, and he start puttin' on a show
Braggin' bout a drill, yeah he really snitchin' (snitchin') on the low That's the type of sh*t that have them f**kin' killers at yo door (killers at yo door)

'Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies, (what you tired fo?)
Tired of seeing my n***as die-ie-ie

I had to wipe they mama eye-eye-eyes
Like, please don't cry-y-yea
Imma cry on side of ya
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, need it
Start to feel like I'm a (brr) preacher
Tryna hope I gave 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 doubtin' me, I bet that I prosper
And I put that on my daughter
Speakin' on my daughter, I ain't even seen her you wonder
Old me I would've slumped her, yea, I'm talkin' 'bout her mama
But these people love drama
They feed of negativity, don't know they ident**y
'Cause they keep on watchin' me, and other celebrities
Don't even have a lot, people want it like on IG
Man this sh*t just blow me
Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?)
Tired of the lies
Tired of seeing my n***as die-ie-ie

Take a look in my eye-eye-eyes
Tired of, tired of being tired

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