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young moose - tired lyrics

[intro]
out the mud volume three, let’s get it!

[chorus]
i’m tired of being locked in (i’m tired)
workin’ out this sh-t
i’m tired of being locked in (i’m tired)
let me out this b-tch!
i’m tired of being locked in (i’m tired)
workin’ out this sh-t
i’m tired of being locked in (i’m tired)
let me out this b-tch!

[verse 1]
f-ck the cops and the state, they say i’m a crook
f-ck the judge, i don’t like him, he don’t go by the book
i ain’t have my hair cut when i walked into court
i don’t like dressin’ up, he goin’ off how i look
that n-gg- white, so i’m guessin’ he ain’t likin’ my skin
they had me sittin’ for a house raid i wasn’t even in
detective hersl, he a b-tch, i swear to god he ain’t right
heard about my rap career, he tryna f-ck up my life
that n-gg- f-cked me over once, he ain’t gettin’ another
that racist b-tch had the nerve to put the cuffs on my mother
put the cuffs on my father, then put the cuffs on my brother
he think about me everyday, that n-gg- mind in the gutter
lookin’ for some information, b-tch, that ain’t how i rock
throwin’ dirt on my name because i’m goin’ to the top
the warrant wasn’t even right when they ran in my spot
they get away with everythang, when the f-ck this gon’ stop?

[verse 2]
they like “moose, you doin’ good,” i got no choice, i’m a g
whatever’s good, there’s somethin’ bad, man that’s just how it be
i told the kids, “jail ain’t cool, go in there you gon’ see”
’cause every time you turn around they like mfc
my father sendin’ me thoughts, he don’t want me to worry
you throwin’ dirt on my name? then you need to get buried
my name hold weight, every day that’s somethin’ i carry
the hood love me, i’m a street legend, [?]
i can’t believe my po, that n-gg- f-cked up my head
he the one gave me the number to internal affairs
man i guess they just alike, back then they was slavers
that’s why in every arrest, them b-tches pull up in pairs
it’s really wicked in my city, i’ma let it be known
when they kicked in my door, they was tryn’ find a tone
f-ck the law, i hate them b-tches, i wanna go home
and i was yellin’ out the cell like, “i’m first on the phone”

[verse 3]
i shoulda had ya head shaved like a n-gg- got cancer
i’ma drop a n-gg- up, my baby mama don’t answer
uptown, move you around, turn ya -ss to a dancer
put my n-gg-s anywhere, guaranteed they gon’ stance up
we the sh-t, i swear to god i’m boutta order some pampers
only way i’m goin’ to school is if i’m in charge of the cameras
f-ck the law, that’s f-cked up what they try and do to me
it’s a dirty-dirty world now i’m feelin’ like boosie
n-gg-s clowns can’t wait till i get out of this [?]
he was blood, wearin’ holes, now he rockin’ the kufi
and shoutout to young donkey, makin’ sure i was gucci
leave a n-gg- -ss silly if he actin’ too goofy
is my family aight, god? is my girl doin’ fine?
when you rock in the south, all that sh-t on your mind
i need some brown, let me know when that sh-t drop in
if i ain’t gettin’ my way, f-ck it i ain’t lockin’ in
n-gg-!

[outro]
we ain’t done yet, no no
that’s right we doin’ this one for the [?]
in the rain wearin’ flip-flops
all ’em b-ms we got you on this one, salute!
the corrupt cop that baltimore rapper young moose called out in 2015 has now been indicted

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