Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Im in my house getting high as im writing this shit,
The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that
I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz
Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,
Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,
Den i put that ho on the welcome mat
She told me erything is real
Im tired of being the third wheel
Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that
As i was sayin im the king of this rap shit
She wanted to fight at first
Man i'm getting pretty tired
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