I'm Tired of wax figures

I'm tired of small guys

Who act like full meals

He really a small fry

I'm sick the of fake drills

I'm sick of the fake lies

Y'all racking up mad kills?

Y'all all livin' Cod lives

What's real shit?

Sum to build with, real grit

I can't deal with fake frauds, and the snake stars cause they peel with,

Heat like fake leather, toss them weak kicks to da curb

Let da birds get full off weak ish

What you heard from my last joint came from God's grips

Made a trip through mental checkpoints, came from my lips

My spit got God's wit, when I talk to y'all get to take a walk with da lord

And it's gone b real quick, cause we'll tell ya

We tired of ya bums and ya failures

Especially da one's get da gun then feel familiar

With children of da slums

U ain't never smelled da air of ramen noodles through the house

Mama cooking with no air bruh

Ya pops ain't timeout, and let stress come here

Then you watch her cry out to da lord "to come steer

How you driving right now got me lookin like da deer when the headlights flash and the car flying near"

New heights what he had, but the popin' of the ears

Made her days all drag, end her nights with a tear

Tsa wouldn't pass the bags thats full of fear

That tugged down on her eyes

She looked at us shared

The false shit leave the real tried

And a liar?

Do like Judus did with messiah

Leave you dried up

And tired

Yeah, I'm tried

The fake gon' fry ya

I used to b tired of myself

Lil **** trynna hide how he felt

It was sharks that we delt with comin up

A slight bit emotion make em' swarm like smell ya cuts

**** 'round here keep it undertuck

Boy fighting peers, and his tears, he got life trynna fuck em' up

Use to think years what I'm finna touch

We don't let tears pass the ear, said we did and we pack you

We was in da back of the black Acura

That was where we sat, wit my unc scavenger

He would play his tracks rapin bout blastin up

And stackin up

We thought we had to match his tuff

So the first pen I touched, started rappin bluff

How cracked ten hoes and was wrappin' bluff

I hadn't seen 10 hoes or even seen that stuff

"Boy you 12 years old, yo rap cap as fuck"

What unc told me

Your hair ain't grown in up top

You like ginobili,

I hold street shit, cause street what hold me

And hold me tight, you got the same typa in yo pen just write

It's in your on eyes young blood

And this life full of fist fights, rolled dice, and no lights young blood

Just for this ice, 10 fish fries cause your cuz

Who from this side tried to OD off his drugs

**** big tired

The false shit leave the real tried

And a liar?

Do like Judus did with messiah

Leave you dried up

And tired

Yeah, I'm tried

The fake gon' fry ya