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Tired Video (MV)




Performed By: Wolf.M
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: jamai johnson




Wolf.M - Tired Lyrics




I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired

I'm tired of you snitch niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian

I'm tired
Like the rims on my car bitch I'm tired
F*ck ya interview, ya hire and ya fire
Young nigga I'm just tryna live my life huh
Ay
Battlin' for a while
Somethin' gotta give
Shackled all my life
But never in spirit
It's what my mama did
And then it was the pigs
All odds against me
I'ma still win
Ay
I'ma still eat
Fresh dirt on the cleats
A nigga had no choice shit I'm back ina streets
To leave em rest in peace ain't a problem to me
Point the barrel at his mouth and tell the boy say cheese

I'm tired of you snitch niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian

A lot of pressure from this life
Don't bend don't break
Arrested over twice
Never talked to the jakes
They put me in them chains
And I felt like a slave
Locked my ankle to my ankle
And wrists to my waist
Woods to the face
Cause I need better thoughts
Ridin' dirty thru ya city
Hood nigga motocross
Takin' chances
What's the chances that I turn out a boss
They crucifying niggas they don't even need a cross
Striking niggas out
They don't even need a ball
Locked for 23 and 1
I ain't even get a call
Ain't no spring, summer, winter
They just wanna see you fall
Keep you losing in the present
That's exactly what they want
No need to jawse
I stood my ground to a rolla and them crackers wrote me up
How they go around oppressing the oppressed
That's f*cked up
Locked away from yo family when they put you in a box
Locked away from my granny
So she cried when I got out
And my grandpa caught cancer
So he died when I got out
Couldn't do nothin' but break the weed down in dark stouts
Mainey thoughts in my head I'm tryna shake em all out but
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Huh
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Aye

I'm tired of you house niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian
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I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired

I'm tired of you snitch niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian

I'm tired
Like the rims on my car bitch I'm tired
F*ck ya interview, ya hire and ya fire
Young nigga I'm just tryna live my life huh
Ay
Battlin' for a while
Somethin' gotta give
Shackled all my life
But never in spirit
It's what my mama did
And then it was the pigs
All odds against me
I'ma still win
Ay
I'ma still eat
Fresh dirt on the cleats
A nigga had no choice shit I'm back ina streets
To leave em rest in peace ain't a problem to me
Point the barrel at his mouth and tell the boy say cheese

I'm tired of you snitch niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian

A lot of pressure from this life
Don't bend don't break
Arrested over twice
Never talked to the jakes
They put me in them chains
And I felt like a slave
Locked my ankle to my ankle
And wrists to my waist
Woods to the face
Cause I need better thoughts
Ridin' dirty thru ya city
Hood nigga motocross
Takin' chances
What's the chances that I turn out a boss
They crucifying niggas they don't even need a cross
Striking niggas out
They don't even need a ball
Locked for 23 and 1
I ain't even get a call
Ain't no spring, summer, winter
They just wanna see you fall
Keep you losing in the present
That's exactly what they want
No need to jawse
I stood my ground to a rolla and them crackers wrote me up
How they go around oppressing the oppressed
That's f*cked up
Locked away from yo family when they put you in a box
Locked away from my granny
So she cried when I got out
And my grandpa caught cancer
So he died when I got out
Couldn't do nothin' but break the weed down in dark stouts
Mainey thoughts in my head I'm tryna shake em all out but
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Huh
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Aye

I'm tired of you house niggas tryna be regular
I'm tired of the broke bitches askin' for my cellular
I'm tired of hittin' licks but them shits make me better huh
I'm tired of the crackers tryna make me a pedestrian
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Writer: jamai johnson
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