CT Finesse - Tired Lyrics

Lyrics Tired - CT Finesse



Tired
It seem like every time I counted up I always took a loss
That's on the chin I'm made to win
U know I Shook that shit right off
These niggas cotton soft I'm denim
raw we cut from different cloths
Tired of covering up that truth it's time
I give they ass that raw
U ever been tired
Feel like u dyin Inside
Ertime u hear gun shots do
u be thinkin bout homicides
To tough to vent so shid be f
Uckin wit yo Mind
Don't need no help for shid know
I got to much Pride
Can't throw no dirt on this
Big B Lil bitch u tried
She a lil Duck she suck
n fuck for 3.5s
Don't want no strings attached
I Cut loose all the ties
Ain no moe Steppin on these
Beats I'm jus gone slide
I ain been sleep in some weeks ima jus get
My rest wen I find my peace
I need me a 50 at least before I go lay
In my bed n pull up my sheets
Feel like I'm stuck in the mud but ima keep
Choppin My feet like I got on cleats
Don't try me I'm outta yo reach treat a nigga like road
Kill shouldn't have been in the streets
I love all my niggas foreal Ain nun
I won't do for em an I put that on me
Flow like fentanyl this a whole different
Type of high boy you mite Od
I talk to the plug he say he be taxin
u niggas but I get it for cheap
I mite throw a deal it really depend
How I feel if u shopping wit me
It seem like every time I
Counted up I always took a loss
That's on the chin I'm made to win u know
I Shook that shit right off
These niggas cotton soft I'm denim raw
We cut from different cloths
Tired of covering up that truth it's time
I give they ass that raw
U ever been tired
HELL YEA still finish the game like a
team playa
Tired of playin it safe ima risk taker
Go an ask ya bm ima dick laya
tired of hearin that these niggas
raw must ain heard me yet
It's cool wen I drop ima hit em wit thunder
I ain eem worried bout that
No drake I'm dropping this shit
off muscle shit hit back to back
Hit after hit I'm poppin my shit
Jus give me a platinum plaque
Erthing exotic if I got it naw this
Ain Ain no average pack
I got free smoke when I'm cookin this dope
This shid here a hazmat
It seem like every time
I counted up I always took a loss
That's on the chin I'm made to win u
Know I Shook that shit right off
These niggas cotton soft I'm denim
Raw we cut from different cloths
Tired of covering up that truth it's time
I give they ass that raw
U ever been tired



Writer(s): Courtney Cooper


CT Finesse - Birth Of A Bastard
Album Birth Of A Bastard
date of release
06-12-2021




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