Tired

Lyrics

Goddamn, when will a nigga get a break?
 I work so damn hard but I never come up
 I do worse with ever breath I take
 Sunshine is a luxury
 Just to see another day is enough for me
 'Cause I'm livin' on borrowed time
 The next funeral I go to might be mine
 It might be mine
 Goddamn, I'm tryin' to hold on to my faith
 They used to tell me it was gonna get greater later
 Now it's later and I'm still in the same place
 Anytime I get off the ground
 Grabbin' my fuckin' ass, niggas pull me back down
 Fall flat on my face
 Feelin' helpless and it's written all over my face
 Here we go again, hustlin' another season
 I keep my faith in God to face these demons
 Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
 I gotta laugh to keep from cryin'
 Good times, I really wonder what they are
 Even if I fail, there's no reason to feel ashamed
 'Cause I use to lose, I had an opportunity to play in the game
 I can't be stopped, 98 percent from the field
 But they won't pass the rock
 Even though I'm wide open for the shot
 Got me ready to scream, fuck my team
 Seem like the players I'm runnin' with
 Don't want me to touch my dream
 With my own hands
 I'm tired of makin' money in the name of others
 I'm tryin' to touch it with my own hands
 Make me wanna rob a bank sometimes
 But then I have to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
 Duckin' one time and end up back in the pen
 So I'm stuck as a starter, paid as if I was ridin' a Benz
 I know it be lookin' I'm rich but I'm not
 I just know how to take what I got and whippin' it 'til it looks like a lot
 Sometimes I wanna give up but when I look at my daughter
 I pick my chin up, I got to survive
 Here we go again, hustlin' another season
 I keep my faith in God to face these demons
 Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
 I got to laugh to keep from cryin'
 Good times, I really wonder what they are
 Too many niggas tryin' to take me off of my game
 I'm tryin' to do something good
 But because I'm from the hood
 I always end up in these chains
 When you see me in the town, you ain't got to slow down
 I'm in love with my own company
 Phony homies see me on the TV
 And I can see 'em comin' to get me in my sleep
 That's why I'm stayin' sucker free
 'Cause dealin' with hard times is enough for me
 I don't need no help, my nigga, I can do bad on my own
 I'm so tired, tired, tired, I'm so tired, tired, tired
 But I'ma keep on pushin'
 Here we go again, hustlin' another season
 I keep my faith in God to face these demons
 Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
 I got to laugh to keep from cryin'
 Good times, I really wonder what they are
 What they are
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:14
Key
9
Tempo
109 BPM

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