Tired 2 - KINTA

Tired of waking up

Fighting myself (Fighting myself)

Y’all know I’m crazy I’m gon need a little help

Not much can really save me while I’m stuck sitting in hell

Constantly thinking bout heaven so I sit in my own shell (Yah)

People want me to hit they functions I don’t wanna go

Cause if someone acts up, then I’ll have to slap a hoe (Ha)

Boy, girl, dog, cat you know I’ll cap you hoe

I know y’all think this shit a joke until I stomp your lil bro

And I heard your friends rapping (yah), lyrically he’s dead (He's trash)

Raps about bullshit and still misled all these dumb ass kids with no brains in

they head

I bring real shit only but to them I bring dread

And I’m from Wymore so you know I rock red (I do)

You love stunting on snap but I make real bread (Bitch)

Speaking of snap I think it’s time to talk shit

I’m tired of seeing these stupid chicken headed bitches

Bragging about sucking dick for they riches (Why?)

I would ask about your morals but that should be your dads business

Speaking of business what’s up with these niggas

Taking pics at they moms job like they got figures

But they slob on a knob for a gram and a swisha (Bitch)

But can’t get a job because they’re bums and they stupid (Bum niggas)

But they quick to talk good to a chick like they Cupid

Man fuck these niggas and they stupid ass faces

I’m spitting razor wire I’ll leave a wack rapper faceless (I will)

But face it you can’t touch me in the present (You can’t)

Cause back in the past Conflict was unpleasant

But now I’m unchained and I’m getting real reckless (Ok)

More reckless than a nigga with a new bandanna

I’ll choke you out with it, you won’t see mañana

Do it like I’m fredo Rest In Peace to Santana (R.I.P)

I got a gift for you all KINTA is now Santa

But it’s not my heart, not even half like Havana

I don’t even wanna start, no, don’t start the banter

I’ll tear you down verbally my words give cancer (They do)

But you need me to give your questions an answer

Like how I get so low in life like I’m retired (How?)

Like an old nigga tryna work but he gets fired

Like a bold bitch tryna step but she’s undesired

Like me when I wake up and I’m still tired

Tired of life

Tired of this bullshit (yah)

Turn my bars into bullets, we can make 50 full clips

So when we get the strap we got ammo for the bullshit

Since kids think beef always ends with a handshake (Your crazy)

But don’t understand that their fam will get heartbreak (They will)

So they Stan these rappers who teach them to be a headache (Why?)

And show their inner gangster even tho we all know it’s fake

Then they start rapping and I just want them to quit

But it ain’t much to me cause they don’t got bars to spit (They don’t)

So I’m going back to sleep cause I’m just tired of hearing it

Actually I can’t sleep there’s more shit to be said

But when I get this deep it still won’t get into y’all head

I’m three songs in, I’m already fucked up spiritually

I could lyrically have a genocide for all the doubters

Even outside the mic I always put down the pouters

Fuck all them crying I unplug them like the routers when they’re fucking up

That’s all y’all do, y’all just fuck it up (Bitch)

Tired part 2 I’m wide awake for this shit bruh (I am)

This ain’t young conflict I might have a hit bruh

Starting on the come up just from me talking shit bruh