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kinta - tired 2 lyrics

[verse 1]
tired of waking up
fighting myself (fighting myself)
y’all know i’m crazy i’m gon need a little help
not much can really save me while i’m stuck sitting in h-ll
constantly thinking bout heaven so i sit in my own sh-ll (yah)
people want me to hit they functions i don’t wanna go
cause if someone acts up, then i’ll have to slap a hoe (ha)
boy, girl, dog, cat you know i’ll cap you hoe
i know y’all think this sh-t a joke until i stomp your lil bro
and i heard your friends rapping(yah), lyrically he’s dead (he’s trash)
raps about bullsh-t and still misled all these dumb -ss kids with no brains in they head
i bring real sh-t only but to them i bring dread
and i’m from wymore so you know i rock red (i do)
you love stunting on snap but i make real bread (b-tch)
speaking of snap i think it’s time to talk sh-t
i’m tired of seeing these stupid chicken headed b-tches
bragging about sucking d-ck for they riches (why?)
i would ask about your morals but that should be your dads business
speaking of business what’s up with these n-gg-s
taking pics at they moms job like they got figures
but they slob on a kn-b for a gram and a swisha (b-tch)
but can’t get a job because they’re b-ms and they stupid (b-m n-gg-s)
but they quick to talk good to a chick like they cupid
man f-ck these n-gg-s and they stupid -ss faces
i’m spitting razor wire i’ll leave a wack rapper faceless (i will)
but face it you can’t touch me in the present (you can’t)
cause back in the past conflict was unpleasant
but now i’m unchained and i’m getting real reckless (ok)
more reckless than a n-gg- with a new bandanna
i’ll choke you out with it, you won’t see mañana
do it like i’m fredo rest in peace to santana (r.i.p)
i got a gift for you all kinta is now santa
but it’s not my heart, not even half like havana
i don’t even wanna start, no, don’t start the banter
i’ll tear you down verbally my words give cancer (they do)
but you need me to give your questions an answer
(verse 2)
like how i get so low in life like i’m retired (how?)
like an old n-gg- tryna work but he gets fired
like a bold b-tch tryna step but she’s undesired
like me when i wake up and i’m still tired
tired of life
tired of this bullsh-t (yah)
turn my bars into bullets, we can make 50 full clips
so when we get the strap we got ammo for the bullsh-t
since kids think beef always ends with a handshake (your crazy)
but don’t understand that their fam will get heartbreak (they will)
so they stan these rappers who teach them to be a headache (why?)
and show their inner gangster even tho we all know it’s fake
then they start rapping and i just want them to quit
but it ain’t much to me cause they don’t got bars to spit (they don’t)
so i’m going back to sleep cause i’m just tired of hearing it
[verse 3]
actually i can’t sleep there’s more sh-t to be said
but when i get this deep it still won’t get into y’all head
i’m three songs in, i’m already f-cked up spiritually
i could lyrically have a genocide for all the doubters
even outside the mic i always put down the pouters
f-ck all them crying i unplug them like the routers when they’re f-cking up
that’s all y’all do, y’all just f-ck it up (b-tch)
tired part 2 i’m wide awake for this sh-t bruh (i am)
this ain’t young conflict i might have a hit bruh
starting on the come up just from me talking sh-t bruh

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