This is a song about "Never tired of the money"

Im tired of being the third wheel

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Lyrics never tired they wont ever expire child

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

I'm so tired of the cliches and talking dirty with a clean shave

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

A fighter in this game im never tired

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first