Mookie2blk - Tired

I'm
Tired of fucking wit people who don't fuck wit me the same
Tired of fucking wit women who don't give that sloppy brain
Tired of niggas who broke an still be trying to make it rain
Smile up in my face an then throw dirt all on my name
Bitch I'm all in
So get the fuck up out my way
I see thru yo bullshit
We ain't got to much to say
Keep throwing me vibes
That I ain't gotta entertain
I been packing lite lil bitch
Our baggage ain't the same
Got no time to cuffin lil bitch
My timings off the chain
If this world a jungle
I am not the one to tame
Funny how they fail
And then somehow I be the blame
My degree is specialized
In staying the fuck up out the way
Fake love
Always making enemies
Patience aint for me
Bitch I go for everything i need
Till I lay deceased
Ima get the bag and then repeat
Wait for this release
It could cure
The Corona disease people
Tripping about a
Mutha fuckin repost
I debo
Every beat I touch feel like a kilo
My ego
Give me all the drive yo shit on repo
Her kegal

Keep me bussing all night nigga
Simi automatic reload
Tell me how you wanna play it
She be posting my pic
And I didn't ok it
I just call her my muse
She amused when I say it
In the middle of the tune
She be going so cray
Tell her get her ex a broom
Sweep a nigga off the stage
Petty Ed Edd n Eddie
Sauce over strings
Like a bowl of spaghetti
Toss n turn in my tomb
If the wap ain't ready
See me rolling on E
LFike a big block Chevy
The Blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
You in her inbox
I'm in boxing her cooch
Speaking down on Mooks
What we not finna do
Make a whole lotta threats
But you not finna move
Nigga known to snitch
What the cops fina do
911 been a option to you
I been rapping subs
Like hospital food
If the shoe fits
I'm talking to you

Written by:
Markus Holbert

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