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fxckin' tired - $ir lt lyrics

[intro: $ir lt]
*you know what i’m sayin’ bruh, like
they can assume what they want
but they’ll never understand, they’ll never get it
haha, it’s about time n*ggas, gimme my credit
whatever though…
woah

[verse 1: $ir lt]
i broke down when shorty asked what i bring to the table
my plate empty, and i’m full of grief, i’m barely able
to cope with this, i’m soakin in’ emotions and i’m drownin’
no british sh*t, but maybe they’ll care once i bring the pounds in
from my joints, these n*ggas don’t understand my point, it’s sickening
they claim they support me, but i doubt they еven listening
they’rе like “sorry lt, i’m busy” quit all that bickering
you couldn’t name a song from my tape, that’s really p*ssin’ me off!
n*gga what the f*ck wrong with you? (yeah)
why you expect me to calm with you?
all of my days just felt so long with you
discredit everything your dawg been through
i swear your n*ggas some (haha)
oh, you thought i was gon’ say it?
sike, y’all some p*ssies
but listen
[hook: $ir lt]
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f*ckin’ tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand*outs, stop digesting them f*ckin’ lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n*gga beat it, huh (facts!)
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man im f*ckin tired (yeah!)
cause life ain’t bout, hand*outs, stop digesting them f*ckin lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n*gga beat it, huh (uh, yeah, f*ck n*gga)

[verse 2: $ir lt]
life’s a b*tch, well it depends on how treat her
my plate empty, but i’m hungry, dawg, check my demeanor
it’s a long road, but i’m more driven than a beamer
i envision myself at the top, best believe that got me t’d up (bruh!)
these n*ggas could reach my level, even on my worst day
you in the presence of a gifted n*gga, it’s your birthday
i heard they talkin’ down, n*gga, back the f*ck up
that’s word to pac, before you get smacked the f*ck up, (yo, chill)
nah, i’m just playin’ with you n*ggas
like your so*called “wifey” you think be layin’ with you n*ggas
nah, too far, but n*ggas don’t understand my g*nius
i wish they could grasp it, could you point to where a genie is?

[hook: $ir lt]
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye (uh, yeah)
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f*ckin’ tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand*outs, stop digesting them f*ckin’ lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n*gga beat it, huh
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f*ckin tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand*outs, stop digesting them f*ckin lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n*gga beat it, huh (ya b*tch!)

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