[Verse 1 K. Sheikh] Like I dont know what it feels like Burned down on a bike at midnight Stay kicking, hips stim Niggs aint the only ones tryna get a grip, talkin the fifth Live when it happens, thats it And we switching lanes I caught you staring at planes Drinking under for days I eat eggs, repairin your pain, hey ayy You hit neutral on the road and doing what you told There no point to live that Feeling out precedents of visited passes Like Gaius Cassius so addressing all you hating ass bastards You bastards, think, let me do, let me do, let me do me Who we tryna mislead? Backs of empty soda cans and plastique Got plenty of silver, collect pennies If you believe then you can achieve, feel that philosophy? And every consciousness a test for greed And the massive ... The underdog of the underground ... [Chorus Solo K. Sheikh] Like, man, Im tired Fuckin tired Of livin this fuckin life Keep your mind on your feria Like, man, Im tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Fuckin tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Of livin this fuckin life Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Man, Im tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Fuckin tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Of livin this fuckin life Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Man, Im tired tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Im tired tired Bitches come and go, keep your mind on your feria Of livin this fuckin life Bitches come and go [Verse 2 Kell] Tight tight, lay still Wake up, Im on the ground Sunshine, cake up, no bummin, Im sunnin No runnin, I got a baby to feed My little seed, theres no need for complainin Its rainin in the hella storms I made it, I got it Stockin bombs, ring the alarm, yom Got a house down, movin up, cruisin up ... Fuck my dad, its karma
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