Baby momma tripping, half a stack missing
My daughter just shitted herself, my song skipping
And that's the only weed I got left, in that ashtray
Just enough to keep to myself, and smoke half man
About to kill my boss, today I had a bad day
This f*cker cut me off all the way from the last lane
It got me thinking about, how a nigga broke
Then they post another notice at my door
Telling me how much I owe, and I know I can't pay it, though
I'm asking can I pay you less, and they steady saying NO
And my granny died, but that was a while ago
Uncle just passed, but I guess that's how it go
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
Could a nigga paint a clearer picture
Broker than a muthafucca, breaking down a Swisher
Seems I get higher when the money start to slow up
Dreams I'm getting shot, laying in my piss and throw up
P.O. say you on drugs, not that I know of
Then go home and roll up, fat as J Lo butt
Promethazine pills just to sleep hard
I need to stop, before the situation evolve
Terry Lott baby came out retarded
Man this life ain't shit for the weak hearted
Grandmomma died, I was traumatized
Now, I'm wondering how I'm looking in my momma's eyes
Plus these niggas bout to push me to a homocide
These rappers got deals, but they getting sodomized
That's just a thought of mine, on some G shit
On some real talk, nigga peep this
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
Tay G - Tired Lyrics
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Baby momma tripping, half a stack missing
My daughter just shitted herself, my song skipping
And that's the only weed I got left, in that ashtray
Just enough to keep to myself, and smoke half man
About to kill my boss, today I had a bad day
This f*cker cut me off all the way from the last lane
It got me thinking about, how a nigga broke
Then they post another notice at my door
Telling me how much I owe, and I know I can't pay it, though
I'm asking can I pay you less, and they steady saying NO
And my granny died, but that was a while ago
Uncle just passed, but I guess that's how it go
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
Could a nigga paint a clearer picture
Broker than a muthafucca, breaking down a Swisher
Seems I get higher when the money start to slow up
Dreams I'm getting shot, laying in my piss and throw up
P.O. say you on drugs, not that I know of
Then go home and roll up, fat as J Lo butt
Promethazine pills just to sleep hard
I need to stop, before the situation evolve
Terry Lott baby came out retarded
Man this life ain't shit for the weak hearted
Grandmomma died, I was traumatized
Now, I'm wondering how I'm looking in my momma's eyes
Plus these niggas bout to push me to a homocide
These rappers got deals, but they getting sodomized
That's just a thought of mine, on some G shit
On some real talk, nigga peep this
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
My daughter just shitted herself, my song skipping
And that's the only weed I got left, in that ashtray
Just enough to keep to myself, and smoke half man
About to kill my boss, today I had a bad day
This f*cker cut me off all the way from the last lane
It got me thinking about, how a nigga broke
Then they post another notice at my door
Telling me how much I owe, and I know I can't pay it, though
I'm asking can I pay you less, and they steady saying NO
And my granny died, but that was a while ago
Uncle just passed, but I guess that's how it go
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
Could a nigga paint a clearer picture
Broker than a muthafucca, breaking down a Swisher
Seems I get higher when the money start to slow up
Dreams I'm getting shot, laying in my piss and throw up
P.O. say you on drugs, not that I know of
Then go home and roll up, fat as J Lo butt
Promethazine pills just to sleep hard
I need to stop, before the situation evolve
Terry Lott baby came out retarded
Man this life ain't shit for the weak hearted
Grandmomma died, I was traumatized
Now, I'm wondering how I'm looking in my momma's eyes
Plus these niggas bout to push me to a homocide
These rappers got deals, but they getting sodomized
That's just a thought of mine, on some G shit
On some real talk, nigga peep this
Tired of it G, riding in the streets
Running cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three still they denied his parole
And his gal had another child while he gone
That's why I run around high in the zone
This life ain't shit, this life is a bitch
This life ain't shit, to f*ck around with
Writer: Thomass Jenkins
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