[Chorus]
I'm so tired, I’m so fed up
N***a pick yo fuckin' head up
Hold up, broke n***as hatin'
Tell them n***as get they bread up
Can’t trust a fucking soul
Look how fast that n***a switched up
Size 11's custom made
You wear 'em you'll bitch up
Been strugglin' all my life
Like I was on my 100th sit up
Lil Carlos said I'm special
Take a loss and I'ma get up
Hoes used to act like models
Now I'm in they throat like hiccups

[Verse 1]
Watch the n***as you around
Waiting for you to slip up
Don’t ever think just ’cause you down
That you can never get up
Shit, look at me, I came up off of drugs
And stick ups, so fucking paranoid
I think my homie tried to kill us
It's okay, don’t sweat 'em
Just another n***a after me
Never prayed to God
When I opened up my mouth to eat
Somehow I dodged a bullet
When these hating n***as after me
N***a tried to send a bitch
Try another strategy
15, started smoking weed
Then I started selling drugs
16, lost my brother Los
Fuck it, I can't show no love
17, I questioned God
Why was thing the way they was?
18, Mama kicked us out
Fuck it, back to selling drugs

Make bread, I free the crack
I can't do a 9-5
’Cause if I'm living broke
I'd rather slit my throat and die
Shit got real, I had to face it
Shit got real, you went and hide
I woke up and finally noticed
N***as masters of disguise

All them fucking court dates
I had my girl by my side
Wasn't no n***a in that room
That's when I opened my eyes
All that brother shit they talking
They just fucking with my mind
You can miss me wit' that homie shit
Suck my dick and die n***a
[Chorus]
I'm so tired, I'm so fed up
N***a pick yo fuckin' head up
Hold up, broke n***as hatin'
Tell them n***as get they bread up
Can't trust a fucking soul
Look how fast that n***a switched up
Size 11's custom made
You wear 'em you'll bitch up
Been strugglin' all my life
Like I was on my 100th sit up
Lil Carlos said I'm special
Take a loss and I'ma get up
Hoes used to act like models
Now I'm in they throat like hiccups

[Verse 2]
In school, high as fuck
I can't remember none of my freshmen year
Promised all the bitch ass teachers
Said I wouldn't make it here
Now what I make in 30 minutes
Probably take they ass a year
They working everyday
Shit, I'm probably taking off a year
Probably somewhere outta state
Smoking dope and counting cake
If it ain't in the trunk
It's prolly on my fucking waist
I ain't taking shit for granted
2z always play it safe
I know I could lose my fucking life any given day
I went down a different track
Fuck a friend, I got my back
Tax a n***a for a sack
Rob 'em get my money back
2z you a asshole
Bitch I know, don't tell me that
Guess his ass untouchable
Them the ones I'm tryna jack
Always on some money shit
H2 dummy shit
You gon' have to eat before I suck
You funny bitch, trappin' on that jumping shit
Fuck the law, we running shit
Got my guard up on these n***as
I ain't wit' the trusting shit

[Chorus]
I'm so tired, I'm so fed up
N***a pick yo fuckin' head up
Hold up, broke n***as hatin'
Tell them n***as get they bread up
Can't trust a fucking soul
Look how fast that n***a switched up
Size 11's custom made
You wear 'em you'll bitch up
Been strugglin' all my life
Like I was on my 100th sit up
Lil Carlos said I'm special
Take a loss and I'ma get up
Hoes used to act like models
Now I'm in they throat like hiccups