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$ir lt - fxckin' tired lyrics

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[intro: $ir lt]
_you know what i’m sayin’ bruh, like
they can assume what they want
but they’ll never understand, they’ll never get it
haha, it’s about time n_ggas, gimme my credit
whatever though…
woah

[verse 1: $ir lt]
i broke down when shorty asked what i bring to the table
my plate empty, and i’m full of grief, i’m barely able
to cope with this, i’m soakin in’ emotions and i’m drownin’
no british sh_t, but maybe they’ll care once i bring the pounds in
from my joints, these n_ggas don’t understand my point, it’s sickening
they claim they support me, but i doubt they еven listening
they’rе like “sorry lt, i’m busy” quit all that bickering
you couldn’t name a song from my tape, that’s really p_ssin’ me off!
n_gga what the f_ck wrong with you? (yeah)
why you expect me to calm with you?
all of my days just felt so long with you
discredit everything your dawg been through
i swear your n_ggas some (haha)
oh, you thought i was gon’ say it?
sike, y’all some p_ssies
but listen
[hook: $ir lt]
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f_ckin’ tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand_outs, stop digesting them f_ckin’ lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n_gga beat it, huh (facts!)
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man im f_ckin tired (yeah!)
cause life ain’t bout, hand_outs, stop digesting them f_ckin lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n_gga beat it, huh (uh, yeah, f_ck n_gga)

[verse 2: $ir lt]
life’s a b_tch, well it depends on how treat her
my plate empty, but i’m hungry, dawg, check my demeanor
it’s a long road, but i’m more driven than a beamer
i envision myself at the top, best believe that got me t’d up (bruh!)
these n_ggas could reach my level, even on my worst day
you in the presence of a gifted n_gga, it’s your birthday
i heard they talkin’ down, n_gga, back the f_ck up
that’s word to pac, before you get smacked the f_ck up, (yo, chill)
nah, i’m just playin’ with you n_ggas
like your so_called “wifey” you think be layin’ with you n_ggas
nah, too far, but n_ggas don’t understand my g_nius
i wish they could grasp it, could you point to where a genie is?

[hook: $ir lt]
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye (uh, yeah)
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f_ckin’ tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand_outs, stop digesting them f_ckin’ lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n_gga beat it, huh
zip that mouth, fact is i’m talented, you keep puffin’ lye
my conscience on the verge of explodin’ man i’m f_ckin tired
cause life ain’t bout, hand_outs, stop digesting them f_ckin lies
there’s some food for thought, go ‘head eat it, n_gga beat it, huh (ya b_tch!)

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