Sick of putting work in the plastic
Off white work michael jackson
Sick and tired of running
Ducking dodging these cases
Down to kill a n***a
When it comes to big faces
Going in a f**k n***a mouth no braces
White girl cocaine crazy
Let her snort lines till
Her body start shaking
Feelin' like a rafer in the 80's
Can't get money these
F**k niggas talking
If a n***a cross em'
My shooters gone off em'
Living like kings
Manoeuvre like bosses
Want everythang
We ain't taking no losses
Light turn green
Better hope you ready
Selling break down
My n***a that's petty
Straight drop dope
Amphetamines go crazy
Stealing from they family
Abandon they babies
First to the mud f**k you pay me
Gotta get money I just had babies
Gotta get money 'cuz the f**king rest do
Aim at ya' head
n***a won't miss you
Riding in the rental hand on my 2
Paranoia like a b***h
Still doing what I do
I don't really want 2
But I feel like I gotta
Main b***h be holdin' me down
She a rider
Don't need scales for the work
I'm higher
Straight from the mudhouse
Built this empire
Couldn't keep a job shit
I always got fired
Turn to the streets
Then a n***a got hired
Servin' all this work
Got my name on fire
If your b***h made it
Somebody gone try her
Make a couple mill
Maybe then I'll retire
Smoke 10 blunts won't
Get no higher b***h
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Sick of putting weed in the bag
Smoking cigarettes till
My mouth taste ashy
Can't see me f**k n***a need glasses
Better drop rounds boys oops they plastic
Tryna' make my last 20 stretch like elastic
Hood hot and the police harrasing
Threw me on the ground
And they talk to me nasty
Holes in my shoes and my blue jeans ashy
Can't get a b***h
Imma live with ashley
She in love with money
So the situation tragic
I'm a broke n***a
So we always clashing
Dropped outta school
Shit I was barely passing
Used to be an underdog
Now I'm like a captain
Grew up in the streets
Yeah I never had a daddy
Payed a couple bills
Trynag make momma happy
But she say money never
Bring satisfaction
How the f**k you know
We ain't ever had it
Flying on my rug and
I'm feeling like aladdin
Smoking this kush making me lag
Heart start beating
Heart start collapsing
Baby on the way bout to be a pappy
Gotta leave the trap
And make this rap happen
Ain't gotta job she always asking
Shit I'm tryna' make
Lil baby girl happy
But she ain't happy n***a
But I'm happy with her
Work hard trying not to
Be a savage n***a
Sick of living my life
Like an average n***a
Spending money really hard
Tryna stack it n***a
Sick of puttin this
Work in the bagging n***a
Play with my money imma smash it n***a
Chasing this cash got me so tired
Smoke 10 blunts won't get no higher
b***h
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing tired of hustling
Sick of dodging tired of ducking
Sick of fussing tired of fighting
Done with rapping tired of writing
Tired of robbing
Sick of dodging
Sick of fussing
Done with rapping
Tired of robbing
Sick of dodging
Sick of fussing
Done with rapping
Tired of hustling
Tired of ducking
Tired of fighting
Tired of writing
Tired of hustling
Tired of ducking
Tired of fighting
Tired of writing
