Tired/Reflections

I'm tired of that shit, nigga, shut up

Niggas ain't tryna hear none of that conscious shit fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Niggas tryin to get faded, get high

Yo, yo

They like "Nigga, we tired of hearin' you poor"

Out your heart about how you in the struggle and how you at war

With yourself and how you not confident and you insecure

Niggas tired of that shit, don't wanna hear that story no more, I'm tired

Nigga, ain't you tired of telling it?

Ain't you tired of not being relevant?

Ain't you tired of talking 'bout your ex and your relative, and diggin' up skeletons?

Ain't you fucking tired? Nigga, shut up

You're right, I am fucking tired of, I'm tired

I'm tired of working at myself, I wanna be perfect already

I'm tired of the dating process, I wanna know what's certain already

I'm tired of questioning if God real, I wanna get murdered already

The polices are arriving on the scene

No one knows what's happened yet

Uh, we're waiting for

We're on Rosecrans and Stanford

I see a gentleman here

Sir, can we inter, sir, can we interview you, sir?

Come and save me, I feel threatened

Think I ran into a dead end, uh

Ain't no point in using weapons, no

I'm at war with my reflection, uh

I want fame, well, I can't take L's

I can't stay still, but I can't pay bills

It hard to feel shit when you livin' off pain pills

Hard to put on war boots when you walkin' on eggshells

Don't let no nigga tell you that you slept on

You better take the blame that you progressed wrong and then got stepped on, uh

The text's long but I ain't replying for weeks, uh

I got my peace for a positivity breach

This my second stage, this my metaphase, whoa

This the leverage change, ain't no retrograde, uh

Ain't seen Heaven's gates but I got hella plays, whoa

See this a deadly game, and I need better aim

Come and help me, I feel threatened

Think I ran into a dead end

Ain't no point in using weapons, no no

'Cause I'm at war with my reflection, no no

Come and save me, I feel threatened

Think I ran into a dead end

Ain't no point in using weapons

'Cause I'm at war with my reflection, yo yo

Uh, 5 AM, I got no rest on you niggas

My morning flow'll be the death of you niggas

At this point, my reflection could get it

My homies, the jury, the honor, my label

My shawty, my baby, my mama

This for the fences I'm hoppin'

So don't be shocked when all your plans are negated

Shout out Jhene, she rub my back and then she say I'm the greatest

Say perspective's 'bout the angle that you lookin' from

Investing in protection at your chest before the bullets come

How I'm 'posed to look to stunt when I don't feel my growth nearin'?

What's harder, missing cosigns or being co-parents?

Treat your heart just like a treasure, let no ho near it

Address the fact you the suppression of your own spirit, oh shit, uh

My clothes tearing and I'm scarred up

Ain't sparred much, it's better living with your guard up, fuck

How many girls did I just call up?

I'm mixin' liquor in my Starbucks, fuck

I'm the one in front the gun and the one behind the trigger

I been hidin' from my truths, they will never find a nigga

If they ever find a nigga, I identify the killer

I'ma be the only witness, it's that pussy in the mirror

Come and help me, I feel threatened

Think I ran into a dead end

Ain't no point in using weapons, no

I'm at war with my reflection, uh

Niggas ain't shit, these niggas ain't shit, hahaha, niggas ain't shit

That's supposed to be about me or something?

What you mean? That's my shit, that's my song, you know? Niggas ain't shit

Pass me, pass me the aux cord, pass me the aux cord

I'm not passing you no damn aux cord

This my car, this my car