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Tired of You
- [Verse]
- My thumb struck the hammer like the drums of the Mothership
- Left your legacy cracked like a snare on a blunted hit
- My grip stayed tight like my brother in the government
- While you beggin’ for a pardon, I’m the law they can’t govern with.
- Hummer in the mud pit, summon me to rumble it
- No judgment, just a bucket of crabs I was humbled with
- Your movement’s a sinkhole, I pull up and flood it
- Now they pinchin’ at my crown, but the claws ain’t tough yet.
- [Now your whole squad shell shocked, I crack ’em like a clutch hit.](Shell shocked, PTSD from the bars, but also literal crab shells, continuing the, bucket of crabs metaphor, Crack ’em like a clutch hit, Dominance in rap clutch moments and crustacean slaughter cracking crab legs. Hummer, mud pit imagery =Luxurious vehicle stuck in dirt, their career spinning wheels.)
- [One finger on the vision, one thumb on the tongue](One finger on the vision =Prophetic focus, like a third eye but not really cause I don't believe in that, but also ejecting weak energy, peeling off fake loyalty. While, Thumb on the tongue, Silencing doubters, or testing the truth, like a mother checking a baby’s temp.)
- [I peeled it off of my gum, and some stumbled and run](Stumbled and run, Their crew scatters under pressure references to Kdot’s You ain’t no leader! from The Heart Pt. 4.)
- [Your sugar was weak, now the ants out here hung](Their fake sweet talk attracted leeches—now they’re starving without you.)
- Pockets swole, I walk with a lean like John Silver
- Your pieces of eight sound like pennies when I deliver.
- You X mark the spot where careers get buried at
- Leaves on the ground, the tree is down, it's all timber
- Long winter for you young ones, it’s all splinters
- Summertime, the chain out the fridge, it’s all dinners
- If you knew better, you’d do better
- They gave us hints, but some would rather have jewels, treasure
- Jumping out the Jag, that’s the root of my strain
- Mama lost her calm, that’s the root of my name—
- You claim that same hurt but your pain ain’t the same.
- My tears turned to ink, yours just stain on the chain
- Who got the game, what you do for the fame?
- If you got it all, would you move just the same?
- You was born from a mortal treason
- Now your family tree rot like a hollow season
- I'm the product of parks that were corrupted by profit
- Professors who made it to PhDs out the projects
- You the product of handouts and clout in your pocket
- A fake revolution, but your rage was an auction.
- [Verse 2]
- Dear Gen, you was a hero for all of us once upon a time
- But fairy tales fade when the dragon arrives
- Trying to say you the victim and you not a creep?
- Then why every whisper got you shakin’ in your seat?
- The truth don’t need a verse—it just lives in the streets,
- You built a throne on lies, now it’s crashin’ at your feet.
- You claim ‘top 5’? More like lost tries,
- Catalog thinner than the plot in your cross rhymes
- We all wanted to see you rise, you did this to yourself,
- Played martyr with the crown but couldn't shoulder the wealth.
- The same love that lifted you now lights up your pyre,
- Watch greatness turn to ash in your self made fire.
- My presence is the elephant in the room
- It’s something rare when the rebel gets his due
- Now witness legends stand when kings get moved
- The silence got a price –and the tax is you
- I was pushed into a delicate prelude
- of sorts
- I'm courtin' several different spoons
- Get the picture? Better edit it with zoom
- Might miss the forest for the trees and leave some cellulose in bloom
- Adolescents learn to let it run its course
- There’s something 'bout a medal that'll make 'em call a truce
- That's the nature of the field, and what's at stake,
- Every crown comes with an hourglass they never let you shake.
- They'll preserve your name in bronze just to watch the patina flake
- You either build a throne eternal, or become the ground they break
- Might find the path was predestined, perhaps
- If I had to be the shepherd of the sheep
- Then every stray gets the wolves that they deserve.
- I could be my own worst enemy—
- Or was it all a figment of a dream?
- Guess the mirror holds the reaper I’ve been running from,
- Or the crown just gets heavier when you’re chosen, son.
- [Peace](May this be it, truth comes to life)
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