Birdman feat. Lil Wayne So Tired Lyrics

100,
Stunna!
What it is *****?
I ****ing love it!
We ride and die for this money *****! (Haha)
It's your turn..

I got 'em (believe that)

[Chorus x2: Lil Wayne]
And i'm so tired of this grind,
But they say I ain't grindin', if I ain't tired,
So i'm grindin' with my eyes wide,
Lookin' to find a the way through day a life for da' night,
Dear lord took so many of my people,
And I'm just wondering why you never take my life,
So what the hell am I doing right (yeah)

[Verse 1: Birdman]
Dear lord, help me, get up out this water
Cant go under cause I got my son and my daughter,
I cant beat that, we cant do that,
We had to get it how we live ***** **** that,
Off in da' jungle playin' with the drums,
*****s don't play homie ***** empty one,
On the rip ***** ****in' with the other ****
Tryin' to get money flip a ***** a whole brick,
Watch pots fall off (top) watch the homie hittin' the pen just rollin' with the old dogs,
***** solute and we get ritches,
Money to the celin' ***** doin' big bussiness,
So I pray so we do it right,
****ing with the family *****, ***** we could do it tonight
So **** who made ya, **** who raised ya lil' homie I paid ya
Killa!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Sittin' at the funeral, lookin' at my sister,
Thinking about the times and I already miss her,
Junior on my side, pistol in my pocket,
Comore right there at my nephews drivin',
****ed up daddy, I see the fire in my eye,
I'm down here hustling, but my heart is in the sky,
Shipped and changed mah, doin' my thang mah,
I got my lil' homie number one in the game now,
Hope these pussies don't play with my son,
I'ma put it out... ***** as quick as it come,
I'ma put it out ***** empty the drum,
Daddy whole family cryin' ***** were rich and we won!
(We kill)
(Stunna' baby)

[Chorus: x2]

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