Tired

Tired of waking up to see them past due bills
Section 8 baby you don't know how it feels
Gunshots every night we was live in the field
Jumped off da porch it was survive or get killed
Tired of waking up to see them past due bills
Section 8 baby you don't know how it feels
Gunshots every night we was live in the field
Jumped off da porch it was survive or get killed

Tired of seeing og struggle
Tired of seeing bro nem hustle
Tired of these niggas going state
Tired niggas on my plate
Thought you said you was on da way
You left bro out there naked
Now you gotta take da weight
Cuz Dey Kodak shorty face
Gotta be carful niggas plotting tryna under play
Dey Dnt need too see all da damage
So you try too hide yo face
A lot of niggas say Dey was loyal
But ran da other way
Slap da shit outta bitch nigga if he lie too my Face Clips loaded like a pantry
Lost some niggas from elementary
Had too ride wit dem tools like Stanley
Get my lick back soons I catch em
Wipe his nose I had too bless him
Sometimes life don't feel real
Real struggle couldn't pay dem bills
Hitting niggas pockets run dem bills
Yea I need it
I'm not sorry for da lifestyle we living
My momma stressing cryin you Dnt kno da feelin
Da Pain cuttin so deep ain't no healing from it

Tired of waking up to see them past due bills
Section 8 baby you don't know how it feels
Gunshots every night we was live in the field
Jumped off da porch it was survive or get killed
Tired of waking up to see them past due bills
Section 8 baby you don't know how it feels
Gunshots every night we was live in the field
Jumped off da porch it was survive or get killed



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Writer(s): Dionte Harris
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