Tired Of Being

(album: Letter 2 My Gang - 2021)

I'm all alone
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me gang as soon as you can?

Don't give a fuck 'bout doing time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doing Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say

2013, I was crashing, I was broke with a gun
The only thing going good is I just had me a son
Everybody want some money, bitches fucking for fun
Niggas snakes in my city, slime you out for a crumb
They'll smile in yo' face, and put a knife in yo' back
I heard some niggas sneak dissing, like we ran outta' straps
I'm popping Perc's to ease the pain, cuz' ran on that Ac'
The devil knocking at the front, I tried to sneak through the back
My demons going against my angels, I don't know who gon' win
My mama had a dream I died and like two of my friends
The only thing I fear is God, for my brothers I sin
Hit they block, they don't make face, then we gon' do it again

Don't give a fuck 'bout doing time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doing Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say

Take a bullet for my brothers, I know they'd do the same
If you ain't score for the block, then how the fuck is you gang?
My dog turnt into a snake, he got me feeling like Cain
I used to cop a bus pass, now I'm the first on the plane
You was worried 'bout hitting the mall when I was buying them poles
I was tryna' catch a opp, and you was worried 'bout clothes
I was tryna' chase a bag, and you was chasing them hoes
Been a Crip since grade school, way before coast-to-coast

I'm so tired of being alone
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
Won't you help me gang, just as soon as you can?

Don't give a fuck 'bout doing time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doing Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say

My demons fighting with my angels
My demons fighting with my angels
My demons fighting with my angels
My demons fighting with my angels, yeah
My demons fighting with my angels
My demons fighting with my angels, yeah