Night Lovell - SICK, TIRED

What better way for mr
Paul to write about his journey than to use his own blood as the ink
Think you better than me when you ain't done nothing, nigga, in the room
I've been running around so much
I could have ran it, made it terrible
It's been right for so damn long
I thought
I made it up
But here comes the thunder
Now it's coming, now it's coming
She call me daddy cause
I pin her down when
I put it in
Call her phone when
I'm in town, I'm just checking in
Seems to me these b*tches always come around
When they tired of that honda
I take pride in pissing niggas off
I like to see you struggle
Cause you mad that
I've been taking off
I like it when your b*tch just left you
But for me she'll take it off
I like it when y'all niggas talk your s*it
And still it finds its way to me
To me
Sick and tired of niggas acting like they f*ck with me
But don't
Sick and tired of niggas that
I f*ck with f*cking up the code
Sick and tired of niggas mad at me cause b*tches gon' be hoes
Sick and tired of niggas asking me for money cause they broke
I'm so sick and tired of niggas thinking that
I'm gonna fold
I'm so sick and tired
Back then
I was tall, I was tryna blend in
I ain't had no gold, ain't that s*it depressing luckily
I went through some f*cked up s*it, I stopped pretending
If anybody's listening, I might teach you a lesson