TIRED, NERVOUS & BROKE! (SICK, NERVOUS AND BROKE!) JPEGMAFIA (Ft. Kimbra)

[Part I]

[Intro]
You think you—
Complete
Kurt
Man

[Verse 1]
Why the fuck you say that shit you say if you ain't mean it?
I don't believe it
She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson (Yeah-yeah)
Back in the bricks, I was givin' dick to all my sergeants (Yeah-yeah)
I know you mad 'cause your friends ain't no Gs (Not at all)
And we got straps as big as Dugg in my apartment (One, one)
Keep it on the hip, when I load the clip I'ma blow the cartridge (Bah)
And aim that heat at your garments, boy

[Chorus]
What about that shit you said them years when I was broke? (Yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to get beat up at my show? (Yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous, and broke (Word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch, I'm never letting go
I got 'em on the ropes (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get 'em gone (Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more (Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j— (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby, or do you need it more?
I keep straight faces like Casey whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire, I never pass the torch (Yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up all these Terry McGinnis
Black Canelo puttin' on a clinic (Yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still stuck on how I did it, weak