Tired

They say Herbo don't come around no more

I wonder why

Maybe I'm just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around

I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying

So sick and tired of niggas that ain't got nothing, want some of mine

No I ain't broke no more, I ran it up

I'm tired of lying

Gotta hide the Mac, can't worry about niggas no more

I'm tired of trying

I be on the grind

I don't get no sleep so all the time I'm tired

Hope it pay off

Mama said she tired of wondering if I'm alive

Hope it all pay off

Mama said she tired of wondering if I'm alive

See my face pop up on Channel 5

Talking about a homicide

He was caught laid out on Essex Ave gunned down a bunch of times

No gun on me so that means I lied in all them fucking rhymes

I ain't tryna go out like that

How the whole city run they mouth like that

Got a .40 cocked back, hollow tip magazine

Yeah I leave out the house like that

Gotta stay lowkey

I ain't been off lean but I'm ready to bounce right back

Getting tired of everybody putting stress on me

Fuck around and relapse right back

I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying

Tired of being around my homies dying

Seen too many homicides

Kobe's last breath right before my eyes

Shit had me traumatized

I'm so sick and tired of being tired

I don't even exercise

They say Herbo don't come around no more

I wonder why

Maybe I'm just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around

I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying

So sick and tired of niggas that ain't got nothing

Want some of mine

No I ain't broke no more, I ran it up

I'm tired of lying

Gotta hide the Mac, can't worry about niggas no more

I'm tired of trying

I be on the grind, I don't get no sleep so all the time I'm tired

Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I'm alive

I tote me a big .45, I'm tired of eights, I'm tired of nines

Niggas got my name in their mouths

Guess they ain't never gonna get tired of dying

I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of flying, I'm tired of niggas lying

Bout to move down south, cop a big ass house, I need some peace and quiet

I was always silent, grew up violent, adapted to my climate

Fly as a pilot, please come try it, I stay with my sidekick

I already cocked back, pussy nigga top back

Put a bullet hole in your Sox cap

Niggas wanna start rumors like I ain't got shooters

Tell 'em hating ass niggas stop that

I know real drug lords and I really fought war

Why the hell you think I bought these guns for?

40 Glock with the beam, when i pull up on the scene

I make all the niggas run for it

See me out in the town, got at least 30,000

So them hating ass niggas come for it

I ain't worried about the bread, put a hundred on your head

Make all my lil niggas hunt for him

They say Herbo don't come around no more, I wonder why

Maybe I'm just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around

I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying

So sick and tired of niggas that ain't got nothing, want some of mine

No I ain't broke no more, I ran it up, I'm tired of lying

Gotta hide the Mac, can't worry about niggas no more, I'm tired of trying

I be on the grind, I don't get no sleep so all the time I'm tired

Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I'm alive

I said if you wanna get ahead sometimes you gotta go with doubt you feel me?

You have to make a lot of sacrifices for this shit man

You know what I'm saying?

A wise man once told me

He said Bibby you want something you never had

You gotta do something you ain't never did

You feel me?

He said Bibby you having too much fun

You know what I'm saying?

It's grind time man and I like niggas to be on my ass sometimes man

Look, push me, they push me to go harder

You know what I'm saying?