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I'm tired of lyin
I'm tired of cryin
I'm tired of bullshit
I'm tired of people that think livin longer provide you a puplit
I'm tired of findin a beat that's fire
That I never get to cuz I'm uninspired
By the time I get to it I'm uber wired
Lackin all the equipment the song require
My god please tell me you'll stop this
Cuz I'm feeling loose change outta pocket
Might hit a few stains
On a few trains
Startin fueds I ain't even flodgin
Chill wit yo boo thang
Hittin boof mane
Tell the truth you ain't really got it
I might hit the corner store for forty four more
And just the beat cuz I ain't got no logic
My aim is neurotic when I get angry
But I thank ma and kitty for keepin me solid
Zae everyday I still look at my wallet
You more than a friend just don't know what to call it
Mad we stopped talking when I went to college
Mad that my favorite homies keep droppin
Know they ain't here but I know I still got em
Feel like my life is revenge of the fallen
So please pardon me if I get diabolic
I'm fly on my own I don't need a co pilot
Quit gassin me up I don't need no more mileage
I don't need no more milage
I do what I do so my people keep smilin
But interrupt that promise we could get violent
Clean in the day in the streets he be wylin
Mean what I say otherwise I'd be silent

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Homie ain't make it the kickback was canceled
Tt ain't see my first song I want answers
Lost her to cancer
Seem to me pain a lack of understandin but that I'm demandin
Can't even see all my siblins like damn it
Try spendin Christmas alone it do damage
Got me lookin up to god like the fuck is you plannin
The fuck is you plannin
Seven summers spent on visitation
Trauma kind of became entertainin
Underfed was such an understatement
Momma tried wit me she did amazin
Only difference wit my other niggas
When it come to niggas is they didn't make it
And that don't mean they in the grave
Just mean we don't get to integrate
Once upon a time we could share dinner plates
Why that disintegrate
A couple of young niggas hit a play
Gas station groceries envisionin how y'all gon get away
But y'all had to get away
What y'all had to get away from
What y'all had to get away from

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Credits
Writer(s): Zaire Brooks
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