[Tired]
I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up
Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that conscious shit fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas tryin to get faded, get high
Yo, yo
They like "Nigga, we tired of hearin' you poor"
Out your heart about how you in the struggle and how you at war
With yourself and how you not confident and you insecure
Niggas tired of that shit, don't wanna hear that story no more, I'm tired
Nigga, ain't you tired of telling it?
Ain't you tired of not being relevant?
Ain't you tired of talking 'bout your ex and your relative, and diggin' up skeletons?
Ain't you fucking tired? Nigga, shut up
You're right, I am fucking tired of... I'm tired...
I'm tired of working at myself, I wanna be perfect already
I'm tired of the dating process, I wanna know what's certain already
I'm tired of questioning if God real, I wanna get murdered already
*Gunshot*
The polices are arriving on the scene
No one knows what's happened yet
Uh, we're waiting for
We're on Rosecrans and Stanford
I see a gentleman here
Sir, can we inter... Sir, can we interview you, sir?
[Reflections]
Come and save me, I feel threatened
Think I ran into a dead end, uh
Ain't no point in using weapons, no
I'm at war with my reflection, uh
I want fame, well, I can't take L's
I can't stay still, but I can't pay bills
It hard to feel shit when you livin' off pain pills
Hard to put on war boots when you walkin' on eggshells
Don't let no nigga tell you that you slept on
You better take the blame that you progressed wrong and then got stepped on, uh
The text's long but I ain't replying for weeks, uh
I got my peace for a positivity breach
This my second stage, this my metaphase, whoa
This the leverage change, ain't no retrograde, uh
Ain't seen Heaven's gates but I got hella plates, whoa
See this a deadly game, and I need better aim
Come and help me, I feel threatened
Think I ran into a dead end
Ain't no point in using weapons, no no
'Cause I'm at war with my reflection, no no
Come and save me, I feel threatened
Think I ran into a dead end
Ain't no point in using weapons
'Cause I'm at war with my reflection, yo yo
Uh, 5 AM, I got no rest on you niggas
My morning flow'll be the death of you niggas
At this point, my reflection could get it
My homies, the jury, the honor, my label
My shawty, my baby, my mama
This for the fences I'm hoppin'
So don't be shocked when all your plans are negated
Shout out Jhene, she rub my back and then she say I'm the greatest
Say perspective's 'bout the angle that you lookin' from
Investing in protection at your chest before the bullets come
How I'm 'posed to look to stunt when I don't feel my growth nearin'?
What's harder, missing cosigns or being co-parents?
Treat your heart just like a treasure, let no ho near it
Address the fact you the suppression of your own spirit, oh shit, uh
My clothes tearing and I'm scarred up
Ain't sparred much, it's better living with your guard up, fuck
How many girls did I just call up?
I'm mixin' liquor in my Starbucks, fuck
I'm the one in front the gun and the one behind the trigger
I been hidin' from my truths, they will never find a nigga
If they ever find a nigga, I identify the killer
I'ma be the only witness, it's that pussy in the mirror
Come and help me, I feel threatened
Think I ran into a dead end
Ain't no point in using weapons, no
I'm at war with my reflection, uh
Niggas ain't shit, these niggas ain't shit, hahaha, niggas ain't shit
That's supposed to be about me or something?
What you mean? That's my shit, that's my song, you know? Niggas ain't shit
Pass me the aux cord
I'm not passing you no damn aux cord
This my car, this my car
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