Lyrics:
me
He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly
Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game
Gave my wife some
twice
Lies on top of lies, your love ain't real, you tried to play with mine
Give you flowers when you dead, don't give you shit when you alive
Every
people die for respect
How much are you willing to give
Price is too much for this shit
You can keep your respect give a fuck what you did
Live by your
of the poor keep being poor
You call life easy cause you appreciate where you’re from
Life is not easy
To get money is not easy
Your pressure doesn’t scare me
And can tell that you are tired
Nothing but hype beats in your ears (but your tired)
Lay down for a second give your dreams a rest (cause your tired
me
He said it's real, they jealous and tired of seeing me Willie silly
Had more to claim, niggas throwing shit in the game
Gave my wife some
and contest, then bring your best
Give it your all, now women beg me to call
And unless we overseas, we don't shop in the mall
Consider this (?) I've become
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma nem told me
No, no, no
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days, hey
Sending the nation's
Them to they're devastation
But by the powers of Jah
That could never happen
(Babylon)
You know it's funny
When it rains it pours
You
Sending the nation's
Them to they're devastation
But by the powers of Jah
That could never happen
(Babylon)
You know it's funny
When it rains it pours
You
I jus love the way
She look at me (mm truss)
Tell me go n
Get some more
Member you
Was poor
Go man
Go n live your dreams (let’s go)
Come we get
on the dirty boulevard
Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em
that's what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, let's
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
us, by us
(For you), by us
(For you), by us
(For you), by us
I'm tired of hearing about what all these rappers'll do
First of all, none of y'all
Sometimes I get so tired it's hard to see
But one thing I know
Imma keep going until you get tired of me
And you can't go to the preacher
And your mama don't
My bitch Italian
I met her in Berlin
I give her a Green Card
She teaching me German
She live in Cologne
She like my Cologne
Dior fragrance, keep her
of Sad
the Jesus of Sad
give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free again
and have you seen my brother?
he's a nuisance
Give her a kiss for me, her second son
Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together
You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl
He wipe your nose like you got a booger
Got me like damn unc what the fuck going on
You know we don't go nowhere without guns
Wish I could go back
kids they killing themselves
Nobody there to give them the help
My daddy was there to give me the belt
Never was there to love in and out
They don't know
yeah yeah
Hey yeah
I'm so tired of being alone
I'm tired I'm on my own
Now hold up give us the money
Give us the loot to repay what you took from me
All
anything
Look at this maggot, with a stimulus package
I can give a fuck about a Dow Jones average
What the fuck you do when your paycheck is average?
It's outrageous to line your pockets off the misery of the poor.
Outrageous the crime some human beings must endure.
It's a blessing to wash your
Give me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
Icebreaker!
I know a silent nation in dislocation
Frustration from
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