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.

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.