[Intro: Chris Rock]
TIRED of niggas!
Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired of niggas man!
DAMN man! You know what the worst thing about niggas?
Niggas always want some credit for some shit they supposed to do
For some shit they just supposed to do
A nigga will brag about some shit a normal man just doesn't
A nigga will say some shit like, "I take care of my kids."
You're supposed to, you dumb motherfucker!
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Uh-
I trade it all for a piece of mind
My baby mama tripping said I'm wastin my time
Said I need to quit this rap shit and find myself a job
Where da love? Where da love? They gone shoot a nigga down
You climb up out that bucket they gone pull that nigga down
She claimin she my nigga man that used to be my realm
But like this one track I made
Charge it to the game
Had to get it out the mud
They say hard work pay
And I can't even lie I been working like a slave
I turn water into wine, I turn crumbs into bread
And I know any day could be a nigga last day
Got some shit in my vault that I'ma take to my grave
But on another note don’t get me twisted like no dread
From a city where dem niggas ain't playin they just sprayin
Tryna come up bit it feel like you walk in that quicksand
This lil man sure got some big plans
TIRED of niggas!
Tired, tired, tired, tired, tired of niggas man!
DAMN man! You know what the worst thing about niggas?
Niggas always want some credit for some shit they supposed to do
For some shit they just supposed to do
A nigga will brag about some shit a normal man just doesn't
A nigga will say some shit like, "I take care of my kids."
You're supposed to, you dumb motherfucker!
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Uh-
I trade it all for a piece of mind
My baby mama tripping said I'm wastin my time
Said I need to quit this rap shit and find myself a job
Where da love? Where da love? They gone shoot a nigga down
You climb up out that bucket they gone pull that nigga down
She claimin she my nigga man that used to be my realm
But like this one track I made
Charge it to the game
Had to get it out the mud
They say hard work pay
And I can't even lie I been working like a slave
I turn water into wine, I turn crumbs into bread
And I know any day could be a nigga last day
Got some shit in my vault that I'ma take to my grave
But on another note don’t get me twisted like no dread
From a city where dem niggas ain't playin they just sprayin
Tryna come up bit it feel like you walk in that quicksand
This lil man sure got some big plans
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