Tired

God damn (God damn)

When will a **** get a break?

I work so damn hard but I never come up

I do worse with every breath I take

Sunshine is a luxury

Just to see another day is enough for me

'Cause I'm livin' on borrowed time

The next funeral I go to might be mine

It might be mine

God damn (God damn)

I'm tryna hold on to my faith

They used to tell me it was going to get greater later

Now it's later and I'm still in the same place

Anytime I get off the ground

Some crooked fuckin' ass **** pull me back down

Fall flat on my face

Feeling helpless and it's written all over my face

Here we go again, hustling another season

I keep my faith in God, to face these demons

Sometimes I win the battle, but it doesn't mean I win the war

I got to laugh to keep from crying

Good times, I really wonder what they are

Even if I fell, there's no reason to feel ashamed

'Cause I used to lose, I had an opportunity to play in the game

I can't be stopped 98 percent from the field

But they won't pass the rock

Even though I'm wide open for the shot

Got me ready to scream fuck my team

Seem like the players I'm running with

Don't want me to touch my dream

With my own hands I'm tired of making money in the name of others

I'm trying to touch it with my own hands

Make me wanna rob a bank sometimes

But then I have to spend my life, my life, my life, my life

Ducking one time

And end up back in the pen

So I'm stuck as a starter, paid as if I'm ridin' a Benz

I know it be looking like I'm rich but I'm not

I just know how to take what I got

And whippin' it until it looks like a lot

Sometimes I wanna give up

But when I look at my daughter

I pick my chin up, I gotta survive

Here we go again, hustling another season

I keep my faith in God, to face these demons

Sometimes I win the battle, but it doesn't mean I win the war

I got to laugh to keep from crying

Good times, I really wonder what they are

Too many **** trying to take me off of my game

I'm trying to do something good

But because I'm from the hood

I always end up in these chains

When you see me in the town you ain't got to slow down

I'm in love with my own company

Phony homies see me on the TV

And I can see 'em coming to get me in my sleep

That's why I'm staying sucker-free

'Cause dealing with hard times is enough for me

I don't need no help, my ****, I can do bad on my own

I'm so tired, tired, tired, tired

I'm so tired, tired, tired, tired

But I'ma keep on pushing

Here we go again, hustling another season

I keep my faith in God, to face these demons

Sometimes I win the battle, but it doesn't mean I win the war

I got to laugh to keep from crying

Good times, I really wonder what they are

What they are?