"Fuck I'm Tired" lyrics
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Let's go, miche. That's your turn right now.
Ayy
I lost my nigga to the gun
We was so young, it changed my life
Fell in love with doing drugs and busting guns all night flights
I ain't understand life. Shit, I had a milly.
It wasn't nothing that you could tell us
We outside go kill for
My first time trusting a bitch. Hell, why you letting me hurt?
Fuck this shit, I got some money. I bet she heard about me for sure.
I had bossed up, got my life right. Everybody used to do me dirt.
When that check up, they gon' act right
I seen niggas change this merch
I already knew we had to be strapped up way before this summer came
Stuck inside a hood cycle, just some things that never change
If it's smoke, we standing right there. We all got these flames.
Plus, we lost some blood. I want revenge. Step in my brother's name
Two 21s inside this honda, nigga, we totin' on the 4 -5th
Paranoid inside the whip, we see two K9s on the roof
Hit this corner, nigga. I'ma bounce out. I take everything and you dip.
That was the plan we had and now the nigga you pull over and chill
Little nights inside the summer. Long days inside that gutter.
I had dreams so many nights of different ways to feed my hunger
When you failed so many times after you tried, make you wonder
Do you really serve a purpose? Nigga fell as low as under
I done cried a million times. Fuck them
You call me, I can't call you shit. I'm cutting ties
Be wronged and they act innocent. Playing on my mind
I don't want these niggas ain't fucking with it
Fuck them all a thousand times
Kill them all if they want some. Ain't it mean they money more?
Pick one of these toes up. That boy here with calico
Come through like the army
Skeletalist stole souls. Got them bitches on me
He popped a pink tear and now he in the car. He trying to roll on something
I don't respect things if it ain't our W. Cram I'm holding on
Me against the world. I switch the crowd down. Nigga know I'm done.
You ain't got no money. Why the fuck you talking? Nigga can't show me nothing.
Creeping down early. Late night lurking.
Cut them on our back. Street on jumping now. First day.
Dirty in my Glock. I'm gonna sing them more songs.
I bust that nigga talk. Yeah, we send the boys right up.
Million times. Fuck them tides.
You call me, I can't call you shit. I'm cutting ties.
Be wronged and then they act innocent. Playing on my mind.
I don't want these niggas ain't fucking with me. Fuck them all a thousand times.
Let's go, miche. That's your turn right now.
Ayy
I lost my nigga to the gun
We was so young, it changed my life
Fell in love with doing drugs and busting guns all night flights
I ain't understand life. Shit, I had a milly.
It wasn't nothing that you could tell us
We outside go kill for
My first time trusting a bitch. Hell, why you letting me hurt?
Fuck this shit, I got some money. I bet she heard about me for sure.
I had bossed up, got my life right. Everybody used to do me dirt.
When that check up, they gon' act right
I seen niggas change this merch
I already knew we had to be strapped up way before this summer came
Stuck inside a hood cycle, just some things that never change
If it's smoke, we standing right there. We all got these flames.
Plus, we lost some blood. I want revenge. Step in my brother's name
Two 21s inside this honda, nigga, we totin' on the 4 -5th
Paranoid inside the whip, we see two K9s on the roof
Hit this corner, nigga. I'ma bounce out. I take everything and you dip.
That was the plan we had and now the nigga you pull over and chill
Little nights inside the summer. Long days inside that gutter.
I had dreams so many nights of different ways to feed my hunger
When you failed so many times after you tried, make you wonder
Do you really serve a purpose? Nigga fell as low as under
I done cried a million times. Fuck them
You call me, I can't call you shit. I'm cutting ties
Be wronged and they act innocent. Playing on my mind
I don't want these niggas ain't fucking with it
Fuck them all a thousand times
Kill them all if they want some. Ain't it mean they money more?
Pick one of these toes up. That boy here with calico
Come through like the army
Skeletalist stole souls. Got them bitches on me
He popped a pink tear and now he in the car. He trying to roll on something
I don't respect things if it ain't our W. Cram I'm holding on
Me against the world. I switch the crowd down. Nigga know I'm done.
You ain't got no money. Why the fuck you talking? Nigga can't show me nothing.
Creeping down early. Late night lurking.
Cut them on our back. Street on jumping now. First day.
Dirty in my Glock. I'm gonna sing them more songs.
I bust that nigga talk. Yeah, we send the boys right up.
Million times. Fuck them tides.
You call me, I can't call you shit. I'm cutting ties.
Be wronged and then they act innocent. Playing on my mind.
I don't want these niggas ain't fucking with me. Fuck them all a thousand times.
