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linwood dnell - i’m tired lyrics

[verse]
i’m tired, these n-ggas that say they know dnell
i’m tired, these n-ggas talking like they know me well
like i ain’t put them grams on the scale to make them sells
like i wasn’t in the l, tryna get them meals
like i wasn’t hitting l!cks to try to feed my fam
i ain’t have a pops at home, i’m tryna be that man
like i wasn’t dropping n-ggas when i use to be fighting
like i ain’t take this l!ck on the chin when i caught that indictment
now i’m home it’s a riot, all you hear is the sirens
i got the bars and the molly, and they last name cyrus
keep the green on deck like a n-gga was irish
i throw some buffs in the air like some seagulls was flying
i be tripping with these bars, man the labels should sign me
black tint on the whip, you can’t see who’s driving
still chilling on the wood, boy there’s ways you can find me
with a hunnid n-ggas with me like version behind me
and got me feeling like days wishing n-ggas would try me
how high can i get, will i be talking to ivory
dumb n-ggas hit a l!ck, then go to the mall and get outfits
i’ll hit a l!ck to get my family up out sh-t
n-ggas f-cking rats and get a mouse up out it
they must be master p cause n-ggas thinking they bout it
all that tough talk, n-gga i really do doubt it
i’m a f-ck his baby momma and dnell she gone shout it
but f-ck it though
i got some buffs, i don’t tuck em though
cause if he try to rob, i swear to god i’m a bust him bro
put the glock to his face, now i know he gone tuck and roll
like he on fire cause them bullets be burning bro
it’s 5 n-ggas with me and a couple chops
a couple hunnid rounds a hit a couple blocks
and they all got hustle, bang a couple spots
and the 12 try to raid, they drop a couple cops
d-mn
all these n-ggas be tripping
they need to stop hating
all these b-tches be f-cking
they need to stop faking
cause i’m tired of the money they talking not making
and if they had it, i’ll be at they spot staking
i’m the same young dumb n-gga
say i won’t shoot
but i always kept a gun n-gga
bullets beat a n-gga head coming from this drum n-gga
thinking that i’m silly, that’s gone get yo as slumped n-gga
punk n-ggas
man i swear to god, these n-ggas f-ck n-ggas
word to my momma
she always tell me not to trust n-ggas
if i feel threatened, i’m a go ahead and bust n-ggas
now i’m on the run, i’ll leave em in the dust n-gga
.40 under my gucci belt, i feel clutch n-gga
before this eating, i ain’t even get a crust n-gga
now i ride 2 deep with the pump n-gga
and you know i got the .40 for the f-ck n-ggas
i ball on em
n-gga i ball on em
never leave my mans pointless
so i chris paul on him
shooters come after n-ggas
tell em to stall on him
but if bout keep tripping
i’m a have it fall on him
now everybody mad and they hate me
n-ggas staring real hard like i’m in hd
but you better tell these f-ck boys that i don’t play g
or i’m a shoot him in the air, where his face be
or make a n-gga wanna stop rap like ma$e
let me get some sh-t straight
i don’t tolerate the hate
cause i started from the bottom
put the drac to his face
n-ggas say that i’m next
boy, now these n-ggas late
hoes say i’m good
h-ll naw b-tch i’m great
hang up on a b-tch if she ever say she late
if a n-gga wanna scr-p, he can really set the date
if a n-gga wanna die, he won’t even know the day
now n-ggas don’t want a feature
cause i’m snapping harder than nas when he did ether
b-tch my sh-t buzzing like a mothaf-cking beeper
she say i tried to use you for your fam, i don’t need her
choppa make them dance, cause it’s singing like aretha
beefing with the gang, man i wouldn’t want to be him
he said he never saw christ, he must wanna meet him
boy you acting p-ssy, i just call it how i see it

- linwood dnell lyrics

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