Tired

We had some long days

And we had some long nights

Gamble wit the bros when we rolling them dice

Made it out the hood but you gotta do it right

Humbleness is muscle but your strength will give you hype

Punching like you Floyd you moving in the fight

I do it for my mother so we taking different flights

Bouta hit the hills out in Cali for some nights

Came up out the trenches

We just had some different visions

Lost a lot of family and it put me on a mission

Ima talk my talk and ya gon listen

Had to make a way and I had to paint some pictures

Remember goin to school playing football wit my niggaz

Some homies in the slammer made the news it was different

Play a lot of games you can't play about my business

Lost lil Gerald and it put me on my pivot

Heard a couple shots lul homie had his Glizzy

Left a nigga dancing had him moving like Shiggy

Man I'm tired of the stressing

Need more of them blessings

You know I can't let them get best of me

And I'm hoping God listen

In 2012 I was sinning and toting guns heavily

And my mama was working

My daddy was locked

And my brothers perfected that recipe

Tried to keep me away

But I learned on my own

And now flipping beats know it's my specialty

When I jumped in the booth and I beat up the track

Man them niggaz they know they couldn't mess wit me

And my heart in this shit

Cuz my mama still working

She said that she tired and can't get no sleep

Everyday ima grind til I rest in peace

Alotta shit on my mind gotta keep that piece

And I can't trust a soul gotta keep that piece

All these thoughts in my head gonna unleash that beast

I be ready for war

All of these people they know if it's tints on my car

Just me and my weapon I roll

All this pain in my heart

Cuz I been thru it all

And I can't take more