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We are tired of the old Nigeria 
We are tired of been made a fool by the system 
We are tired of police brutality 
We are tired of living in fear 
We

In the city burnin' tires like a motha 
Spreading rumors, you been lying like a motha 
Thick Latina and she fine then a motha 
Ain't no suckas round

tired daily
Maybe I've been going crazy
I should count my sheep and go to sleep
Oyasumi

Sleep it off
Take a nap
Pop a pill
Run a lap
Tire myself

to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks

We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy
Them

ball offline
But na before
Am drowning in my remorse now
Pains handcuff me
So do listen make I tell you in a million time
No go tire yaya yaya yaya ya

Uhhh

Four flat tires, you never got me there
You just keep me stuck in the same spot
And I feel like four flat tires
How could you leave me there?

took me to relapse
Know you live fast
Lucky my foot to the floor only thing with a dial the dash
I'm on the gas
Way I been smoking the tires a miracle I

What can I say
Yea yea
To you
Silent The Menace Baby
Really careless what can I say
Been that nigga everybody hate
Yea they been watching face
Tires

Mmmm, ije
Ahhh

Dem a don see me, dem a come tire
I be the original thing, dem a wan fire
Dem a don't know me, I be the umpire
When I blow my

Hol the money
Bring the fire
God energy
So I no fi tire
Every time I call
You dey answer prayer
Sugar my tea
You dey burst medulla
Hol the money

passions burning hotter than blue fire (even white)
Momentums picking up just like a tire
I've been thinking about my high school dreams
They're in my mind,

Bring Back That Old School 
(written and produced by Ray C. Robinson, Jr.)

INTRO

Old School, It Was A Day In Time
Just Sit

loads up, in the crib
No heat by the stove my toes froze up
Niggas like to fuck up their re-up money
Get rolled up bullet holed-up
Ran off on the plug

gotchu by my side so it ain't nothing that I fear
I tell you watch need and never what you wanna hear
So if you rocking then I'm rollin like a tire down

spin the tires till they grip
Ain't no worry in my heart we can hit
Exotic by bows get it sold by the zips
Murder in my eyes a lot of souls getting

the bricks, licks, shells, whatever sells
Sing like Beyoncé
Make the choppa sing like Beyoncé
Like Adele
Paradise begins in hell
I’m in DC wit my ASICS rocking

never late that's something you won't time for
Made you feel whole again by giving y'all a part of me
Pardon me I ain't sippin' this Hennessy responsibly

to Yale bitch I dunno how to spell (huh?)
If I got the loud you can tell by the smell (damn)
And you know I'm servin bitch I never ring a bell (ding)
But

by the smell
Man this weed done got me singing I ain’t Talking bout Adele
Always high as fuck got gum and drops so Nobody can tell
It’s my medicine I

pour up while I drive
My B**** threaten me say she gone leave if I cheat one mo time
I can do this here all by myself, f*ck you if you think I need ya

A line smack and an Adele song
Bong hits 
Strong rips, blue tints 
Losing trains and Hussein 
Dry felt 
And loose ends
Chav braids 
Skeng maids 
Life is

Adele cus' now I'm rolling in the deep
For you I could travel the seven seas
Lil' Becky time to time got me weak in the knee's 
Little suspicious cus'

supplyin
Nowadays real love is so hard to find
I gave up tryin
Enjoyin the time by myself
Baby come here I can still make you melt
Its goin down if you

possessions
I went out bought a gun with a extra clip
I'm so unbothered by all that woo rah and that petty shit yeah
Had to get a bag and peddle it
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