| I’m so tired
|
| Of all the problems you’ve been causing me
|
| We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
|
| You done kicked me down, I’ve fallen
|
| I’m crawling, it’s all your fault
|
| More money, more problems it is
|
| Now I’m back to writing my lyrical novel again
|
| I’m holding on grenades and I’m trying to not pull a pin
|
| I done contemplated on downing a bottle of gin
|
| 'Cause maybe that’ll calm my nerves and get my ass on track
|
| I’m on the fucking edge, I snapped and I just can’t go back
|
| I have no class, I’m cut from how my last hoe act
|
| She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow crash
|
| I fucking hate this bitch, her name could sit on a grave
|
| Only reason she ain’t dead is 'cause my kid on the way
|
| The bitch is pregnant and she stripping, dodging minimum wage
|
| She done kick me down, locked me up and spit on my face
|
| I bought a ring for this bitch just to set it in stone
|
| My headache has grown, damn I should’ve left it alone
|
| Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won’t return
|
| Welcome to hell bitch, I hope you burn because
|
| I’m so tired
|
| Of all the problems you’ve been causing me
|
| We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
|
| You done kicked me down, I’ve fallen
|
| I’m crawling, it’s all your fault
|
| Listen little nigga, we ain’t in the same shoes
|
| You ain’t built a name or even paid dues
|
| Dammit, I’m ashamed of what it came to
|
| And if you had have ever reached my level of fame guaranteed Dame would have
|
| played you
|
| He’s in the wrong, don’t give me hate for it
|
| You know him better than me, y’all always had a broken relationship
|
| Now you looking at me like I’m Satan’s spawn
|
| But five years ago you had made the same diss song
|
| Why don’t you put it out? |
| Show the world you hate your brother too
|
| Don’t be afraid to show the truth, shit you ain’t got much to lose
|
| Anyone can hold a gun up but who’s brave enough to shoot?
|
| You know damn well he’s addicted to raking up the loot
|
| If you seen the shit I seen, you would’ve taken sides with me
|
| But you fucking disappeared and you ain’t even ride with me
|
| And now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom
|
| Nigga fuck you and your phoney mental problems
|
| I’m so tired
|
| Of all the problems you’ve been causing me
|
| We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
|
| You done kicked me down, I’ve fallen
|
| I’m crawling, it’s all your fault
|
| Too many motherfuckers judge my life
|
| And make me out to be a monster like I love my strife
|
| Too many motherfuckers pick at what the fuck I write
|
| They hate to see me shine, they wish they could cut my light
|
| I use my music as my public diary, it’s what inspires me
|
| It’s why your fucking son admires me, come and fire me
|
| Settle with the hell that I was put in, nuh-uh
|
| You motherfuckers keep forgetting I’m too good at my job
|
| Y’all shoulda knew this, some think I’m too retarded and stupid
|
| Overnight I just went and started a movement
|
| The power at my fingertips is greater than Funk Volume and Ruthless
|
| Ha Ha, you still losing, you niggas thought you could do it
|
| Go crawl in some sewage, you niggas ain’t no entrepreneurs
|
| You fucked with Hopsin Da Ruler and now I’m hollerin' screw ya
|
| Hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off
|
| Niggas the throne is mine so stay the fuck off
|
| I’m so tired
|
| Of all the problems you’ve been causing me
|
| We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
|
| You done kicked me down, I’ve fallen
|
| I’m crawling, it’s all your fault |