SICK & TIRED

What better way for Mr. Paul to write about his journey Than to use his own blood as the ink Think you better than me when you ain't done nothin' Nigga, read the room (uh-huh) I been runnin' 'round so much I could've ran and made it to the moon (uh-huh) It's been right for so damn long I thought I made it out But here comes the thunder (know it's comin', know it's comin') She call me daddy 'Cause I pin her down when I put it in (when I put it in) Call her phone when I'm in town I'm just checkin' in (just checkin' in) Seems to me these bitches always come around When they tired of that Honda (oh, yeah) I take pride in pissin' niggas off I like to see you struggle 'Cause you mad that I been takin' off (pussy) I like it when your bitch just left you But for me, she'll take it off (pussy) I like it when y'all niggas talk y'all shit And still it finds it's way to me (somehow), to me Sick and tired of niggas actin' like they fuck with me, but don't Sick and tired of niggas that I fuck with fuckin' up the code Sick and tired of niggas mad at me 'cause bitches gon' be hoes Sick and tired of niggas askin' me for money 'cause they broke I'm so sick and tired of niggas thinkin' that I'm gonna fold I'm so sick (yeah, I'm sick), and tired (and tired, tired) Back then I was told (I), I was tryna blend in I ain't have no goals (I), made that shit depressing Luckily I went through some fucked up shit, I stopped pretending If anybody's listening, I might teach you a lesson