Deniro Farrar - Tired lyrics

[Verse 1] Sick of putting work in the plastic Off-white work, Michael Jackson Sick and tired of running, ducking, dodging these cases Down to k** a n***a when it comes to big faces Going in a f** n***a mouth, no braces White girl c**aine crazy Let her snort lines till' her body start shaking Feelin like a rafer in the 80's Can't get money, these f** n***as talking If a n***a cross em', my shooters gone off em' Living like kings, maneuver like bosses Want everythang, we ain't takin' no losses Light turn green, better hope you ready Selling break-down my n***a that's petty Straight drop, dope, make the fiends go crazy Stealin' from they family, abandon they babies First of the month, f** you, pay me Gotta get money, I just had babies Gotta get money, cuz the f**in' rent due Aim at ya' head, n***a won't miss you Ridin' in the rental hand on my 2 Paranoia like a b**h, still doing what I do I don't really want 2, but I feel like I gotta Main b**h be holdin' me down, she a rider Don't need scales for the work, I'm higher Straight from the mudhouse, built this empire Couldn't keep a job, sh**, I always got fired Turn to the streets, then a n***a got hired Servin' all this work, got my name on fire If your b**h made it, somebody gone try her Make a couple mill, maybe then, I'll retire Smoke 10 blunts, won't get no higher, b**h [Chorus] Tired of robbin' (Tired of hustlin') Sick of dodgin' (Tired of duckin') Sick of fussin' (Tired of fightin') Done with rappin' (Tired of writin') x4 [Verse 2] Sick of putting weed in the bag, smokin' cigarettes till my mouth taste ashy Can't see me, f** n***a need gla**es Better drop rounds boys oops they plastic Tryna' make my last 20 stretch like elastic Hood hot and the police harrasin' Threw me on the ground and they talk to me nasty Holes in my shoes and my blue jeans ashy Can't get a b**h, Imma live with Ashley She in love with money, so the situation tragic I'm a broke n***a, so we always clashin' Dropped outta school, sh** I was barely pa**in' Used to be an underdog, now I'm like a captain Grew up in the streets, yeah, I never had a daddy Payed a couple bills, tryna' make momma happy But she say money never bring satisfaction How the f** you know? We ain't ever had it Flyin' on my rug and I'm feelin' like Aladdin Smokin' this kush, making me lag Heart start beatin', heart start collapsin' Baby on the way, bout to be a pappy Gotta leave the trap and make this rap happen Ain't gotta job, she always askin' sh** I'm tryna' make lil baby girl happy But she ain't happy n***a, but I'm happy with her Work hard tryin' not to be a savage n***a Sick of livin' my life like an average n***a Spendin' money really hard, tryna stack it n***a Sick of puttin this work in the baggin' n***a Play with my money, imma smash it n***a Chasing this cash got me so tired Smoke 10 blunts won't get no higher b**h [Chorus] Tired of robbin' (Tired of hustlin') Sick of dodgin' (Tired of duckin') Sick of fussin' (Tired of fightin') Done with rappin' (Tired of writin') x4