Tired

Guardian angel put your hands into us cause please we need somebody we can trust guardian name to put your hands under us cause please we need somebody we can trust

I just want a hug, no really I just want a gram a cigarillo blunt

Full clip in the gun,

pocket full of rubbers when these bitches wanna fuck

Couple homies ain't gon' run when the times get rough

the will to overcome when I feel I had enough

To be able make a song, to help people out they rut

Say the words they needed to hear to make 'em feel tough

I just want a key that unlock every cuff

To live not judged, find one true love

But to give back momma in a rush, I would give it all up

homie me,  you can never impress

Q if I love you. I love you for you nonetheless remember late night in the projects

I had the four five you had to Smith and West me you and the dead know the rest.

They can usher me wherever I bet you, I won’t confess

Rather Face the reaper now and get it all over I’ve been through every test rather face the reaper now and get it all over with

How can I smile when it's all bad?

How can I laugh when I'm all sad?

How can I give when I ain't got?

And how can I live without hip hop? 

And I know times changing

Shit, but I'm running out of patience

I know I should be looking up saying thanks

But lately when I pray I just shoot blanks

Please Lord, if you hear me up above

All I ever really needed was some love

All I really need is some funds

I ain't greedy, I just need enough

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of this shit

Got some weight on my shoulders getting harder to lift

And at time I don’t know if I’d rather die or live

Cause I’m so fed up I swear lifes a bitch

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of this shit

Got some weight on my shoulders getting harder to lift

And at time I don’t know if I’d rather die or live

Cause I’m so fed up I swear lifes a bitch

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of this shit

Got some weight on my shoulders getting harder to lift

And at time I don’t know if I’d rather die or live

Cause I’m so fed up I swear lifes a bitch

im sick and tired of being sick and tired of this shit

Got some weight on my shoulders getting harder to lift

And at time I don’t know if I’d rather die or live

Cause I’m so fed up I swear lifes a bitch

ayy

i be Counting my blessings, don't take shit for granted

Crucial moments never panic, through it all kept on standin'

In the booth recordin' tangents, composin' mixin' up classics

Supplyin' the addicts while supportin' my habits

Steady watchin' for them crackers while I'm flippin' the package

Most rappers cappers, impecunious actors, in a quickness I slap ya

I bet your reaction be, start question askin'

Like, "Damn bro, what the fuck? Why you go slap me?"

“ cuz You's a bitch like Lassie, a twink with a daddy

I catch you in traffic, I'ma clap ya, close your casket

Then I'm back on the block with that sack, no hackin'

on my kne