So Tired - KB, Bizzle

Sometimes I get so tired

Just trying to stay alive

Ayy (Good)

Don’t talk to me

About the land of the free (Let me talk about it, ooh)

And the home of the brave until everybody’s free (Ooh)

You’re not free, you’re a slave

I’m in the trenches, go 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 purpose, look, we can’t complain

Behind the curtain, come look at this circus

The bigger the clown, the bigger they pay

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can’t stop

You say you 'bout, 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

Let up the 'Gram and don’t place no ayy

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) Oof, 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, yay, the need is growin'

And 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’m in it, I’m in it, pin it, a minute

I get it, 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 (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’m spinnin' 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 deader me, less forgivin'

Now I’m a better me, best decision

We rep the letter G, oh, I’m representin'

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 meaner, melancholy, they came on folly, legit

I feed my black into my blackin', it’s how they lit

I jump on top of whatever, my nephew was hidin' it

I pick a mighty pigeon to talk on my mighty ditch

And I take off from the earth, it don’t flow when it high to jig

'Cause I can’t stand to be sittin' up in the choir when

Huh, I heard

Causin' inception, all of the production, slayin' the beats

So when I decided to put on the foot on the heat

And I ain’t got time to try to be someone else which is hum

Don’t think no greater than the God who put His life on the line

I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin' on the stomach

Dependent on you for whatever what is comin'

If I don’t switch up the, then it switchin' the

Especially different oven

This heavy metal, but nothin' is special about the biscuit

Somebody gonna have to tell it to 'em

Somebody gonna have to tell them

Somebody gonna have to tell them

Somebody gonna—somebody gonna—

Somebody gonna have to tell it to 'em

Somebody gonna have to tell them

Somebody gonna have to tell them

Somebody gonna—somebody gonna have to tell it to 'em