Tired (Actual Lyrics)

[Intro] [?] Up [Verse 1] Eh, I think I'm tired (tired of what?) Tired of tryin' (what for?),tired of the lies Tired of seein' my niggas die, tired of see my niggas die I had to wipe them off My eyes, (brr, brr brr) Tired of slidin' (I'm tired of slidin') I'm tired of ridin' (I'm tired of ridin'), time to slang that iron I had to put my jersey up, because a lot of niggas dyin' But I find in I was pushin' Look inside my eyes, you think I'm pussy Ain't no beatin' 'round the bushes Yo' life gettin' tooken if you play me for a rookie My first hit, my bitch set em up I call it hookie They say they want that old chop back Leave the wholе car flat, double back on 'em Woah, woah, woahhh I tried to lеave his wig peeled back, but he ran a four-flat So I had to w-walk em down But I been on some better shit, been a walkin' felon bitch That shit is irrelevant I could feel the jealousy, got me out my element Love it, what she tellin' me, but My heart just has been sellin' it [Chorus] Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?) Tired of the lies (I'm tired of) Tired of seeing my niggas die-ie-ie (brr, brr) [Verse 2] Had to wipe they mama eye-ye-yes (oh wipe) Moment of sili-ili-ence, had to silence the audi-audience They was askin' for my guidi-idi-ance Cause I was wildin' and wildin' out again (aye) Too many doses I put the drugs up and learned to cope with my emotions They told me dive in, I dove in head first Put in my head first, even worse What if I ain't try, so I put that shit inside Old me, he had to die Just to come up on the (brr brr) rise I revived a few times, with my life up on a line Yea, I did the crime but my intention is what's devine I ain't lyin' woah woahhh (ayeee) That ain't yo bro, you tell em no, and he start actin' like a hoe Get around a few women, and he start puttin' on a show Braggin' bout a drill, yeah he really snitchin' (snitchin') on the low That's the type of shit that have them fuckin' killers at yo door (killers at yo door) [Chorus] 'Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?) Tired of the lies, (what you tired fo?) Tired of seeing my niggas die-ie-ie [Verse 3] I had to wipe they mama eye-eye-eyes Like, please don't cry-y-yea Imma cry on side of ya Tell her she a rider-rider, yeaa Tell her I'm proud of, proud of her Keep my head up, I'ma leave the bro Can't put it down, need it Start to feel like I'm a (brr) preacher Tryna hope I gave my people (ayeee) hope They hear me through they speakers But it's hard for me to reach 'em Out of reach with they reality, but I know God proud of me Tell 'em keep on doubtin' me, I bet that I prosper And I put that on my daughter Speakin' on my daughter, I ain't even seen her you wonder Old me I would've slumped her, yea, I'm talkin' 'bout her mama But these people love drama They feed of negativity, don't know they identity 'Cause they keep on watchin' me, and other celebrities Don't even have a lot, people want it like on IG Man this shit just blow me [Chorus] Cause I'm tired of tryin' (tired of what?) Tired of the lies Tired of seeing my niggas die-ie-ie [Outro] Take a look in my eye-eye-eyes Tired of, tired of being tired