Lyrics Woes (Interlude) - MC Uriah

Yo, I'm sick and tired of funerals
Sick and tired of cubicles
What the fuck I do it for?
What the fuck I do it for?
I bet that you ain't know
I'm just focused on the Super Bowl
soa- I'm just focused on the Super Goals
Don't I got a stupid flow?
Don't I got a-
Don't get caught up in the tootsie roll
They just like to pussy pull
I do too, but to each their own
They like to take it as a subtle pun
I like to feel like I was number one
Why I'm always feeling like I'm mud?
Damn, what the fuck
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I can't even hear the sound of tires
Peeling off without me being scared
I ain't feelin scrrd
Come get the work

Ain't that how it started?
Talk about some knowledge, talk about some shit
I ain't really trying to teach the garbage
I know the kids are listening
I know I got a sister and I know I gotta give a damn
I know I gotta-
Hold up man, fuck you and your Instagram
Fuck you and your Insta fans, fuck you and your-

I'll just say that I'm really not appauled
And to be honest, lately I've been out here crying out to God
Striving artist, but to this day I feel like I starve
Cause I ain't getting no money
Cause I ain't getting no buddies
Cause I ain't getting no bunnies
No, I ain't get nobody
Or maybe they ain't getting me
You know it's all love, but I never been a little league
Talk about some chemistry, talkin' about the ends of me
Talkin' about some enemies, acting like they frenemies
Jackin' on my recipe, talk about a pedigree

Before you talk about my legacy