G Rocka, Sick Jacken, Slaine - Slained Sick lyrics

Mothafucking building God damn it

Yo sometimes I wonder, if I ever fit in any
Anywhere (Just me and my people)
I'm always fucking up my wife don't like me
(Just trying to live people)
My mom says I'm fucked up
(I'm tired, tired, I'm tired of you)
I'm missing flights lord forgive me
(I'm tired, tired, I'm tired of you)

I’m close to my brothers, fire the burner
Hand em and toss it
Jesus I looked at the ten
Commandments and crossed them
I’ve been around the world and
Still landed in Boston
Money don’t look at him funny whеn
You’re standing across from him dummy
I’m the rudest bеast, fuck a pacifist
I threw the piece leave your crew deceased
Team exposed like a nudist beach
I know what I mean to people
I know who to reach yeah I’m mean to people
But who are you to preach?
And who I am to judge when
I’ll probably die from drugs?
Who are you to act like you
Know something to ride with us? C’mon cuzzo
Look at my lyrics and what it does though
Listen in the future
You still tell what I was though
You’ll see how I murdered the words
It seems so fucked up
And blurred and disturbed
Dudes are hating on the Internet
They’re perverted nerds
But here I am today fucker
What you got to say sucka?

Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you

I got that 1975 drive
Take a nose dive in the pond of a live wire
I’m high wild
Ceremonial slinging and powwows
I feel I’m stone grin immaculate
That’s why you see my smile now
Die later but live forever
Cause, I made a way to tell my
Story when you slide a fader
A DJ keeps the soul alive of a rhyme creator
I’m in a digi crate, your song emaniciatar
Let me dumb it down, what it do
Give me pound
Got a strap with plenty rounds
Got yap for many nouns
You let the music go to
Waste cause the penny counts
More than the art form
Put the blunt and Henny down
And slap the shit out
Of yourself for thinking
"Just keep walking strong"
The label is the one pimping
And all you critics I got one thing to say
Put out something better than the
Records that you slay, you stupid

Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you

"They never come close to"
"I got you stuck off the realness"

My piss smells like whiskey
I’m never wishy-wash
That’s why it piss me off when
Somebody try and diss me
Too high for the plane
I got you flying risky
Acting like a bunch of sissies
With the lion frisky
There should never be questions if I’m iffy
I’m driving drunk shitty with
The fucking tires slippery
The cops are too dumb, they try and get me
I got the cocaine on me and the iron with me

My words fix you verbal addicts
And they in Boston like Bird and Magic
Except we’re urban tatted burning ‘matics
We’re looking at the streets
The streets looking back at us
That’s why I never really cared
About my rap status i keep it 100
Whether I’m drunk or one blunted
Son of a bitch I keep the slum running
That’s why I got "Psycho" on my stomach
And the key to city
Come see us if you want it

Just me and my people
Just trying to live, people
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you
I’m tired, tired, I’m tired of you