I'm Tired
Yeah, I'm tired (Yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down when they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
Hang with real deal steppers
All my niggas moving silent
You say you can't do for me
I do for me check out my pocket
We don't tote no fanny pack
Or nigga no no wallet
Got tired of sitting on my ass
Jumped off the porch and started wilding
Ain't with that internet shit bitch
I ain't got no service
I aint got no worries
Stick in his face and it make him nervous
Came straight up from the streets
Watching niggas just selling purses
Promised myself I won't do the same
Rather put my life up in these verses
Yeah, I'm tired (Yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down but they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm tired (Yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass
(Pussyass niggas)
They say they round but they slowly go missing
And They gone try to keep you down so don't tell them yo business
Told my momma I ain't no thug
I gotta dream to chase, I ain't selling no drugs
Trying to get blessings from above
They cut me deep and did not give a fuck
But if I cut you off it's still gone be all love
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
(Woah)
I might be close to death (Deaf) soon
So I need you to listen
I never asked for a dime
But you better to pay attention
How I been giving you the same love
For you to show me different
It just don't make sense to me
(Woah)
I need a mil for my pain
Told the doctor don't give me medicine
(Don't give me medicine)
(Woah)
Told all my niggas give them Hell
But I wanna see them in Heaven
(See them in Heaven)
(Woah)
The Lord is my Shepherd
But he told me to go and fetch the blessing
(Go and fetch the blessing)
(Woah)
I got some food, before I ate
I went to the 7 and I told them that I'm
Yeah, I'm tired (yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down but they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down when they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
Hang with real deal steppers
All my niggas moving silent
You say you can't do for me
I do for me check out my pocket
We don't tote no fanny pack
Or nigga no no wallet
Got tired of sitting on my ass
Jumped off the porch and started wilding
Ain't with that internet shit bitch
I ain't got no service
I aint got no worries
Stick in his face and it make him nervous
Came straight up from the streets
Watching niggas just selling purses
Promised myself I won't do the same
Rather put my life up in these verses
Yeah, I'm tired (Yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down but they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm tired (Yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass
(Pussyass niggas)
They say they round but they slowly go missing
And They gone try to keep you down so don't tell them yo business
Told my momma I ain't no thug
I gotta dream to chase, I ain't selling no drugs
Trying to get blessings from above
They cut me deep and did not give a fuck
But if I cut you off it's still gone be all love
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
(Woah)
I might be close to death (Deaf) soon
So I need you to listen
I never asked for a dime
But you better to pay attention
How I been giving you the same love
For you to show me different
It just don't make sense to me
(Woah)
I need a mil for my pain
Told the doctor don't give me medicine
(Don't give me medicine)
(Woah)
Told all my niggas give them Hell
But I wanna see them in Heaven
(See them in Heaven)
(Woah)
The Lord is my Shepherd
But he told me to go and fetch the blessing
(Go and fetch the blessing)
(Woah)
I got some food, before I ate
I went to the 7 and I told them that I'm
Yeah, I'm tired (yea, I'm tired)
(What you mean?)
Tired of fucking round with these fakeass niggas
(Pussyass niggas)
They gone claim they down but they really against you
They gone try to snake you out
Even the ones that was with you
Told my mama yeah I'm a thug
(Yeah I'm a thug)
Down on my dick I ain't have shit I'd rather sell drugs
Wanna know what it feel like to be loved
Fuck that just give me a hug
And show me that you can really show me love (Yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Jahari Pitts
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