So Tired (feat. Twinn U & J. Knoxx) - Lil Snupe

(Feat. Lil' Wayne) 100... stunna!.wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!.we ride and die fo this money nigga!.(haha) its your turn. Lil wayne chrous (2x) I gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) Birdman Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight... so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya.killa Lil wayne (chorus) x2 Birdman verse 2 Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket.co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy, i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out.nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!...(we kil) (Stunna baby) Lil wayne chrous 2x And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah)

(Sometimes I get so tired) (Just trying to stay alive) (Don't talk to me) aye (About a land of the free) (And the home of the brave) let me talk about it, ooh (Until everybody's free) ooh (You're not free, you're a slave) I'm in the trenches, don't mind in the mentions My mind on the vision, your mind on the digits It is what it is, and look, we not the same I'm willin' to die with no dime in my pocket And not 'cause I lost it, I gave it away You want a purpose that you cannot purchase The perks and the Burgess, look, we can't complain Behind the curtain, comе look at this circus The bigger the clown, thе bigger they pay Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can't stop You say you buy the twos, new boo every Tuesday New Jimmy Choos, food in the booth, Lupe You gotta choose who finna bring you change When the woop-woop fades, I'm getting you saved He rolled to the Bluetooth, pickin' woo cage Truth ain't Bolt to the track, what are you sayin'? I'm plugged in and don't play no games HGA on these 808s Light up the 'Gram and don't blaze no A Bar hard when I post His name Full plate, I just say my grace I bleed, but this ain't gon' break Got one clique, Amazon my gang (You're not free, you're a slave) ooh, uh West side, east side, red light, green light That's right, be right, oh my soul That's my delight, we light, we like We fight, I'm just in my zone Devil's teeth is showin', where your people goin'? When it all falls, follow Yeezy moment We might need condolence, yeah, the need is growin' Our Jesus beats, the peace of Jesus on us We done picked up the litter litty, we gotta go, ayy Spirit is livin' within us, Guinness, this record don't break If I meant it, I meant it, pin it, I manage You get offended, I get it, but nobody finna tell me what to say Rather be cancelled than handled I got a Lord, and it ain't your name Man, I've been reppin' since 2006 That's to the grave, it is what it is HGA, for my dawgs, ayy (woah, mm-hmm) Yeah, HGA, that my dawgs, that my folk (Yeah, shinin'), G.O.M., that my dawgs, yeah, yeah Shinin' all the time for my God, ayy (sometimes I get so tired) We both rap, we are not so different Nah, home skillet, my flow different Child flow, got potholes in it Child home got dry bones in it Bogart with the flow, so hard I could knock over Costco wit' it I roll wit' the God, so big Did a box show, not gon' fit in it You got a bag, and I'm stackin' But what I spin it for a lot more different You got a ratchet, I pack it But trust, what we let it pop for different Oh, and we get high so different And I'm so lifted up in the sky My iPhone trippin', but if I die Then I'm gon' visit God throne In a minute, Heaven'll be my home Pearl gates for my condo Not a thief in the place, ain't no reason to hate When the whole block go This a "devil no fly" zone We rock, try to preach God But they keep knockin', and like they ring the bell Three times, and he not home I know I don't deserve all this What would I be like if I weren't called His? A debtor me, less forgivin' Now I'm a better me, best decision We rep the letter G.O.M., represent it HGA, nothin' lesser than it Won't discuss it, load the musket Three, two, one, blow the trumpet Bizzle Zhalarina Emmy Award-winning, woah Uh, this the season, I'm a jolly chick Kickin' it with the mean and melancholy to keep my folly legit I fade to black until my complexion is highly lit Then jump on top of whatever my nephew is hidin' in I pick up a mighty pen just to tap on my tiny chin Then take off into outer earth, like I'm floatin' on hydrogen 'Cause I can't stand to be sittin' unproductive and quiet when Huh, I heard Content is optional if production flamin' the beats So I just decided to put a bunch of food on the heat And I ain't got time to be tryna be someone else wit' your time Or thinkin' I'm greater than the God who put His life on the line I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin' on that stomach Dependent on if you are ready for what is comin' Vinyl spatula to flip it, especially different The oven is heavy metal, but nothin' is Limp about the Bizkit Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna-, somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth Somebody's gonna- Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

You made me colourblind No masquerade to hide behind, It's cold To think I have no key which could Make or break me So tired To see your lights on So tired Of standing anxiously So tired It's the death of me So tired of doors that keep on shutting Why's your door always shut? Smitten I close my eyes to your door Smitten I close my eyes to adore you How long can I hide behind a smile I've held so broken for a while To drift and see you there No door just you and your empty chair So tired To see your lights off So good To feel the touch of a hand... So sad To think it's memory sand So tired of doors that keep on shutting Why's your door always shut? Smitten I close my eyes to your door Smitten I close my eyes to adore you So tired So tired So tired So tired I guess I loved you far too much The moments just moments not to touch No order no method no people to please Just a smitten girl with her lost lease So tired

When I was sixteen I learned to sing, I learned to sing But every time I raise my voice inside I feel so tired And I feel like the world is filled With people who can't hear themselves speak So the silence overtakes my mind I can't find time to use my Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains I can hear this voice inside me moving, cracking, everyday My mother told me it's not in your head It's running through your veins So get into the game she said, resist the pain don't go insane But I'm already crazy, don't you know that's why I got to go down? Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains Chasing the daylight I'm riding the train Trying to stop But this feeling remains

Lil' Snupe! Look! I'm finna make these niggas feel me For all these pussy niggas out here shooting trynna kill me I'm finna make these niggas feel me For all these pussy niggas out here shooting trynna kill me Bitch I'm thuggin' I ain't changin' The hood that's where I'm hangin' Nigga run up on me wrong my lil homies gon get the bangin' Fuck all you niggas and bitches, ya'll know I'm the shit Cuz ya'll shootin' but ya'll be missing I'm putting you bitches in ditches Glock 40 make the whole fuckin' room shake Walk up in your dorm like I'm your mufuckin' roommate Niggas know I'm too hot in your shit like I'm Lou Dock And if anybody move wrong, they ass gettin' 2 shots Got my nigga Gwen with me and he got 2 Glocks It's me against the world bitch I'm feeling like I'm 2Pac These streets is gettin' crazy, these niggas trynna wet me up Plus my bitch trippin' I think she trynna set me up Niggas know how we smoke, niggas know how we go Make E approach your ass big 40 in the peacoat These niggas playing dumb like I ain't the one I got heat like I'm LeBron we doing this shit for fun All my niggas getting released, bitch I got my shootas back! Run up on me off the nub, them niggas knock your news back Ya'll niggas be new to that, my niggas be true to that Shinin' grindin' bitch I'm Charlie Brown in the 90's You play me I up it, Nigga play me I bust it Ya'll be talking bout pistols but ya'll ain't never clutch it Keep talkin' foul I'mma have my nigga offer you in public Talkin' Bow! Fuck around and show up at your town Mossburg kill you and every nigga that you 'round Niggas trynna play now cuz my cash long Drop 'em off in Jonesboro and they won't last long I ain't knocking you bitches, I'm just watching you bitches And ya'll be talking loud so I'mma get the droppin' you bitches Ya'll hoes love Snupe, so I be coppin' you bitches And I go with that hot shit so I ain't floppin' you bitches Hatin' on my success cuz they know I'm up next Bitches say I'm the best I'm Charlie Brown in the flesh Look at the diamonds on my wrist and they all on my neck And if you try to take Boony in the back with that teck You niggas playin' games, so you know just how it go I'm the young nigga who came out the 318 And I finally got my feet up in the door If this rap shit don't work, me and my nigga sell dope The wait over 2013 Dreamchasers the Take Over I'm gone!