30 Deep Grimeyy - Tired Of Being lyrics
[30 Deep Grimeyy - Tired Of Being lyrics]
I'm all alone
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me gang as soon as you can?
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
2013, I was crashin', I was broke with a gun
The only thing goin' good is I just had me a son
Everybody want some money, bitches fuckin' for fun
Niggas snakes in my city, slime you out for a crumb
They'll smile in yo' face, and put a knife in yo' back
I heard some niggas sneak dissin', like we ran outta' straps
I'm poppin' Perc's to ease the pain, cuz' ran on that Ac'
The devil knockin' at the front, I tried to sneak through the back
My demons goin' against my angels, I don't know who gon' win
My mama had a dream I died and like two of my friends
The only thing I fear is God, for my brothers I sin
Hit they block, they don't make face, then we gon' do it again
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
Take a bullet for my brothers, I know they'd do the same
If you ain't score for the block, then how the fuck is you gang?
My dog turnt into a snake, he got me feelin' like Cain
I used to cop a bus pass, now I'm the first on the plane
You was worried 'bout hittin' the mall when I was buyin' them poles
I was tryna' catch a opp, and you was worried 'bout clothes
I was tryna' chase a bag, and you was chasin' them hoes
Been a Crip since grade school, way before coast-to-coast
I'm so tired of bein' alone
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
Won't you help me gang, just as soon as you can?
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
I'm so tired, I'm all alone
Won't you help me gang as soon as you can?
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
2013, I was crashin', I was broke with a gun
The only thing goin' good is I just had me a son
Everybody want some money, bitches fuckin' for fun
Niggas snakes in my city, slime you out for a crumb
They'll smile in yo' face, and put a knife in yo' back
I heard some niggas sneak dissin', like we ran outta' straps
I'm poppin' Perc's to ease the pain, cuz' ran on that Ac'
The devil knockin' at the front, I tried to sneak through the back
My demons goin' against my angels, I don't know who gon' win
My mama had a dream I died and like two of my friends
The only thing I fear is God, for my brothers I sin
Hit they block, they don't make face, then we gon' do it again
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
Take a bullet for my brothers, I know they'd do the same
If you ain't score for the block, then how the fuck is you gang?
My dog turnt into a snake, he got me feelin' like Cain
I used to cop a bus pass, now I'm the first on the plane
You was worried 'bout hittin' the mall when I was buyin' them poles
I was tryna' catch a opp, and you was worried 'bout clothes
I was tryna' chase a bag, and you was chasin' them hoes
Been a Crip since grade school, way before coast-to-coast
I'm so tired of bein' alone
I'm so tired, I'm on my own
Won't you help me gang, just as soon as you can?
Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day
Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way
7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade
I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway
JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem
If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'?
I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey
Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah
My demons fightin' with my angels
My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah