Tired (feat. #babykae) Video (MV)

Tech high, I don't know bout green
B.B. belt hold up my beam
Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep
Told bro I don't care bout cheese
Bullets blow through air, bout breeze
Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me
It ain't fair at all, it never was
Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz
Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up
That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was
I'ma pull up on his block and hit his ass with the .223
I been tryna do a little better but these demons keep talking to me
Going through dimensions, getting high, take a trip with me
That bitch really lost my thought of mind, I'm still the same old me
I'ma pull up in big bodies when I'm wrecking with my beam
I'ma pull up with your shawty, she gon f*ck me and my team
Yeah, I know you mad, but you really cannot compete
Doing the race in a Trackhawk, f*ck that SRT
Walk 'em down with the .223s
Hundred rounds, we gon let it bleed
Liquid red, that's all you see
Yeah, my lungs is blue, we not the same
Why you tryna act so different 'round these bitches, like what the f*ck?
Pussy nigga finna catch bullets, the way he keep acting tough
We had to hit him with that left, right, left, right, left, right, uppercut
Go get your get back, need to get back, get back, get back, get back up
Tech high, I don't know bout green
B.B. belt hold up my beam
Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep
Told bro I don't care bout cheese
Bullets blow through air, bout breeze
Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me
It ain't fair at all, it never was
Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz
Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up
That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was
I been satisfied with nothing, I need everything in my pocket
Brand new checks in, I just f*ck it off, broke everything in my wallet
I just went and bought the booth to keep the skeletons in my closet
The hell I lived is my profit, I turned my pain to my options
I keep my family close, 'cause niggas, they aim to kill
My Beretta close, don't need a consultant, I gotta play with steel
I'm seeing the blind leading
I'm chiefing, my eyes bleeding
Got three of them dimes reeking, tryna move on that's why I'm speeding
Only Perkies ten's, 50s in the rubber band
Go up, my only plans
This life my only chance, it's dead, won't make amends
That shit just had to end
These hoes get left for dead, like it was me
Tech high, I don't know bout green
B.B. belt hold up my beam
Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep
Told bro I don't care bout cheese
Bullets blow through air, bout breeze
Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me
It ain't fair at all, it never was
Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz
Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up
That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was