How do i start, how in the /
hell do i even begin, guess I’ll just /
start at the end, sorry for all of the /
drama that people can sense, sorry for /
not being true to myself, sorry for /
letting the B.S. contend, sorry for /
not blacking out on a track a bit earlier /
sorry for not going in, sorry for /
not being sorry at all, sorry that /
all of it had to fall down, before i /
realized that i had people around me that didn’t want /
me they just wanted my crown, when it got /
rough, n*ggas just bounced, no one asked /
why in the hell i was down, picked myself /
up, didn’t ask why, couldn’t just /
wallow right there on the ground, but even /
then, as i looked near me I noticed a /
couple that stayed and the shakiness and i just /
prayed, God if you see what i see make a /
way for me to just remove the stress /
the confirmation spilled out only days later on /
timelines all on the internet and i just /
stayed, quiet and watched like “I can’t be /
lieve all of that’s on Wordpress”... I should’ve /
seen it from the beginning, people ain’t /
want me they wanted the vision, that didn’t /
work so they wanted division, thankful to /
God that ain’t deter the mission, miss me with /
all of it… those misconceptions were /
blessings and out came this monster so it’s no /
wonder you couldn’t listen to Eljay go /
Contra, at the time you were the sponsor

(Hook)
This is my story, this is my song /
tired of n*ggas I’m tired of n*ggas /
I’m dealing with people like all day long /
tired of n*ggas i’m tired of n*ggas /
people they treat me like i don’t belong /
they misunderstand me they think i’m a n*gga /
so maybe for now i’ll just play along /
they want a n*gga well they got a n*gga
Now This is my story, this is my song /
tired of n*ggas I’m tired of n*ggas i’m tired /
I’m dealing with people like all day long /
tired of n*ggas i’m tired of n*ggas i’m tired /
people they treat me like i don’t belong /
they misunderstand me they think i’m a n*gga i tried/
so maybe for now i’ll just play along /
they want a n*gga, they got a n*gga well they got a-

(V2)

...killin’ them all, CLVRFLD’s /
born and he’s havin’ a ball, talkin’ so /
reckless on tracks that I made, hard to /
remember how God gave me grace, but i was /
angry as hell for the sake, of being /
angry as hell with a drink, watching my /
talent just all go to waste while other wack /
rappers get cosigned by Drake and Elliott /
Wilson and Pigeons and Planes, afterwards /
I’m always pissed i hit play, why do we /
even sit and entertain the lameness that /
plagues our music today, my first /
LP had nothing but content and flows but no /
one seemed to listen but whenever I got to /
spittin’ ‘bout killin’ these dudes on a track I got /
traction, i really meant it when i said that /
i, dropped some dope music all in your /
email submission and mentions but it’s what /
ever, love the supporters for real, but /
hate all of the politicians i just don’t /
care, about the things that you care about /
..so i don’t tell you my whereabouts /
..i just keep it right here to the /
chest, and you can just hear about it when I’m /
done, so that anger had rolled up into /
one with the issues from earlier not to /
mention i was hurt from my earlier ex /
still, i put some years into that, /
suddenly it ain’t seem wrong to just black out on /
tracks, dog i ain’t care who reacted /
...but God is much bigger than that… /
but i was too busy with raps, so…

(Hook)

(V3)

…..so here I am /
cuttin’ this beat, like I’m Son of Sam /
Murderin’ tracks, just to do it and /
burning these bridges I’m Ludacris wit’ it I’m /
slick with this pen, so bloody slick with this /
pad you would think it’s a period flow /
throwin’ these flames, I’m next with it Smashin’ a /
lame in the game, I’m Ness with it, picking my /
time to attack I’m finessin’ it... try to /
.pin me down and I’m gigglin’ cuz I don’t /
even see boxes, guess I’m just blind to it /
.I’m GM and F1sh with it, listen I /
get it, the apprehension, but I can show /
you better than I can tell ya, don’t play this /
tape around law enforcement or a judge they’ll /
arrest you for illegal paraphernalia I’m /
dope, smoke me you’ll choke, shout out to /
***** we livin’ as kings, but i’m /
trying to redefine what exactly that /
means, crackin my crown on the street /
thankful for that title bestowed on me, but /
I’m wanting more, what else does the Lord /
have in store for ya boy, that’s why /
when i hear your music, uh I just get bored /
.Your standards define the word "trash" /
Tired of n*ggas that rap just to rap /
tired of n*ggas that trap just to rap /
tired of n*ggas that listen to trap and don’t /
quite realize it’s a trap /
tired of of n*ggas that gas the n*ggas that’s /
wack when they rap but they tell them they snap and they /
treat is a fact, n*gga, f*ck it i’m mad...

(Hook)