Slained Sick

Mothafucking building God damn it

Yo sometimes I wonder,if I ever fit in any, anywhere
(Just me and my people)
I'm always fucking up
My wife don't like me
(Just trying to live people)
My mom says I'm fucked up
(I'm tired, tired, I'm tired of you)
I'm missing flights
Lord forgive me
(I'm tired, tired, I'm tired of you)

[Verse 1]
I’m close to my brothers, fire the burner, hand em and toss it
Jesus I looked at the ten commandments and crossed them
I’ve been around the world and still landed in Boston
Money don’t look at him funny whеn you’re standing across from him dummy
I’m the rudest bеast, fuck a pacifist, I threw the piece
Leave your crew deceased, team exposed like a nudist beach
I know what I mean to people, I know who to reach
Yeah I’m mean to people, but who are you to preach?
And who I am to judge when I’ll probably die from drugs?
Who are you to act like you know something to ride with us?
C’mon cuzzo, look at my lyrics and what it does though
Listen in the future, you still tell what I was though
You’ll see how I murdered the words
It seems so fucked up and blurred and disturbed
Dudes are hating on the Internet, they’re perverted nerds
But here I am today fucker, what you got to say sucka?

[Hook]
Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you

[Verse 2]
I got that 1975 drive, take a nose dive in the pond of a live wire
I’m high wild, ceremonial slinging and powwows
I feel I’m stone grin immaculate, that’s why you see my smile now
Die later but live forever
Cause I made a way to tell my story when you slide a fader
A DJ keeps the soul alive of a rhyme creator
I’m in a digi crate, your song emaniciatar
Let me dumb it down, what it do, give me pound
Got a strap with plenty rounds, got yap for many nouns
You let the music go to waste cause the penny counts
More than the art form, put the blunt and Henny down
And slap the shit out of yourself for thinking
"Just keep walking strong", the label is the one pimping
And all you critics I got one thing to say
Put out something better than the records that you slay, you stupid

[Hook]
Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you

[DJ Scratches]
"They never come close to"
"I got you stuck off the realness"

[Verse 3]
My piss smells like whiskey, I’m never wishy-wash
That’s why it piss me off when somebody try and diss me
Too high for the plane, I got you flying risky
Acting like a bunch of sissies with the lion frisky
There should never be questions if I’m iffy
I’m driving drunk shitty with the fucking tires slippery
The cops are too dumb, they try and get me
I got the cocaine on me and the iron with me

[Verse 4]
My words fix you verbal addicts
And they in Boston like Bird and Magic
Except we’re urban tatted burning ‘matics
We’re looking at the streets, the streets looking back at us
That’s why I never really cared about my rap status
I keep it 100, whether I’m drunk or one blunted
Son of a bitch I keep the slum running
That’s why I got “Psycho” on my stomach
And the key to city, come see us if you want it

[Hook]
Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you