Lyrics:
making fake accounts
Stop that shit but aye
I don't give a fuck
Ha Ha
Tired of these hoes leave me alone
I'm tired of these hoes leave me alone
Tired
bad
I give all my love everyday
Poor boy from the ghetto wey don reach the top now the people wan talk
Them no show me love from beginning now they wan
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck?
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in
Ooh let me tell ya babe
I'm so sick and so tired
Something in this life must change
yes, change it is required
I've gone and scrapping for those
and before this you failed in your duty with Joseph
Therefore I will not leave this land until my father permits me, or Allah decides my
Case by releasing
the hunger, we poor
(Mama don't cry)
I admire the time you stood by me
Through all of the bad times
Mama, scold me when I done wrong and said
'Gyptian, don't
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
Your huddled masses
Yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shores
Send them,
the blood
Swimming in the blood
And I forget to put the blinders on when I walk out the door
Tired of wasting energy on politics for the poor
Wanna be your
some good niggas, turn into some villains
Sick and tired of being poor, a nigga just want more
Oh Ah Ah
Them youngins tired of being poor, so they'll
miss you, man
How I miss the kiss (mwah)
You used to give before I dipped (dipped)
And dipped (dipped) and dipped (dipped) and dipped
In your eyes
expect
Suffering a plate that's served and cooked by the head chef
Uh
And now the circus spins to life
Pinning up us puppets, play your perfect games
I forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desperately, my life is in
your hand — I lay it at your feet! Give me hope, and what I lack in
education
It's probably best we pray
To lead us from this drought
If your love is my Holy Water
Girl, just let me drown
And even if you don't, it's fine
I
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Give me your tired
Give me you poor
Yearning to be free
Yeah your hungry huddled masses screaming me!me!me!
Give me danger
Give me sorrow
Give
with me so you lie instead
You lazy, you Blacc Chyna head
But I can't give 'em clout that's a courtesy bag
Can't forget how bad I wanted what I
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
and animals two by two
Give me the needle
Give me the rope
We're going to melt them down for pills and soap
Four and twenty crowbars, jemmy your desire
Out
money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm focused
They say I'm
on
On the street
Talkin' about the new world
Yeah, nothing to eat
Where you pay
To obey
Living in a blackout
Doin' what they say
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
And democracy our ideals?
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these,
gonna need a real MC to expose me. “REAL MC TO EXPOSE ME”
No yall could not live in my skin
I break the wall just like berlin
And they love to tell me
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