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letra de tired - nle choppa

eh, i think i’m tired (tired of what?), tired of tryin’ (what for?), tired of the lies, tired of see my n-ggas die tired of see my n-ggas die i had to wipe them off my eyes, (brr, brr brr) tired of slidin’ (i’m tired of slidin’) i’m tired of ridin’ (i’m tired of ri-), time to slang that iron had to put my jersey up cause a lot of n-ggas dyin’, but i find in i was pushin’ look inside my eyes you think i’m p-ssy ain’t no fingers around the bushes, yo life gettin’ tooken if you play me for a rookie, my first sit my b-tch set em up i call it hockey, they say want dead old chop back, leave the whole car flat double back on a woah, woah, woahhh, i tried to leave his weeve peeled back but he ran a four-flat so so i had to walk em down, but i been on some better sh-t, benley walkin’ felly b-tch, that’s if he ready for it, better keep on jelousin’ got me out my element, love what she tellin’ me but my heart just has been sellin’ it, cause i’m tired of tryin’ (tired of what?), got tired of the lies (i’m tired of-), tired of seeing my n-ggas dieieieie (brr, brr) had to wipe them of my eyeyeyeyes, (oh wife), home at sideyeyey, (are), open sideided, they were askin’ for my cartitititiers, cause i was willilidn’ (aye), too many doses, i put the drugs up and learned to go with my emotions, they told me dive in i dove in head first, even worse, what if i ain’t try, so i put that sh-t inside, old me had to die just to come up on the (brr brr) rise, i revived a few times, with my life up on a line, yea i did the crime but my intentions was devine, i ain’t lyin’ woah woah woahhhh (ayeee) that ain’t yo bro when you tell em no and he start actin’ like a ho, get around a few women then he start puttin’ on a show, braggin’ bout a drill, yeaa you really snitchin’ (snitchin’) on the low, that’s the type of sh-t that have them f-ckin’ k!llers at yo door, (k!llers at yo door), cause i’m tired of tryin’ (tired of what?), tired of the lies, (what you tired fo?), tired of seeing my n-ggas dieieieie, i had to wipe them of my eyeyeyeyes, mama please don’t cryryryrry, i’ma cry on side of yuhuhuhuhh, tell her she a riderererrr yeaa, tell her i’m proud of proud of her, keep my head up i’ma leave the bro can’t put it down start to thinkin’ i’m a (brr) preacher, trynna awoken my people (ayeee) hope they hear me through they speakers but it’s hard for me to reach em, i done reached them with they reality but i know god proud of me tell em keep on downing me, i bet that i poster, and i put that on my daughter, speakin’ on my daugther i ain’t even seen her you want her, old me would’ve slumped her yea i’m talkin’ bout her mama but these people love drama, they feed our negativityyy, don’t know there identityyy, cause they keep on watchin’ me, or other celebritesss, don’t even have a (?) to people, people wanna like on ig, man that sh-t there blow me

- nle choppa

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