Lyrics Tired - Dierre

My soul
Need to free
My mind
See what I'm feeling

Yea
Yo yo

How much you got lose
Lotta plotting from these niggas that ain't never felt the pressure of protection when you out the room

Been a lot of animosity
From niggas pillow talking and a nasty bitch that's frolicking
That got the nerve to say that I was gossiping

Getting cold shoulders from old homies that never seemed to ride for me
You cut em off and now they wanna bother you
Die slowly

Lotta niggas throwing dirt around my name and young niggas I gotta put up in they place
Over run they girls and wonder why you insecure about your space and if you trusted her she would've done the same
Simp nigga

Got the nerve to say I'm jealous when I'm prospering
No need for entertaining shit that's wallowing
It's old news
It's old news
Uh
Yo yo

I been too calm
Gotta let some shit up off my chest
Like with my moms aye
Baby pops up in that cell he brung in hell when she was heaven
Gotta make sure I live better for my brother he too precious but he blessed my nigga
So I don't stress my nigga

Try to keep my niggas out that box
Cause they whole life was built to rot
But I can't rescue niggas

This shit depressing but it's needed
Can't expect yo self to win until you learn to lose some friends or live yo life with leeches

Been a lot of pressure built at home
Sisters just can't get along
Wonder how I keep shit going
Now my pockets itchin'

Spend my summer chasing bags
All the while I'm chasing bags
Ain't no sleep
Cause in the end it's for the weak my nigga

These couple months just been a test but I ain't see it
Feel like Stevie Wonder how I keep my reach from all these demons nigga

I done some wrong
I done some wrong
But I been strong
Oh I been strong
But how much longer nigga
How much longer aye
How much longer aye

Gotta go much harder
For my father and my mother kept me covered when I wandered nigga

But who gone meet me at my end?
I know several
Too much lip from all them niggas that talk shit behind that metal
Pedals spread for all them niggas in that dirt

All that pride'll get you murked
Or better yet up on some shirts
So I keep workin' nigga

Oh I keep workin'
I keep workin'
All that clown shit for the circus
I cut ties cause I got purpose
No more hurtin' nigga