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OGD - Tired lyrics

Artist: OGD

album: Like Father, Like Son


I'm tired of lies, I'm tired of fibs
I'm tired of hate, go suck on a dick
How long do I wait, how long do I sit
They continue to sleep you can drink my piss
Nothing is free, you want my bitch
You want my car, you want my rims
You just sleep, you know that i win
You don't wanna see OGD get big
Don't want Madman making a M
Don't want me to ever meet Em
Don't wanna compare me to Rakim
Or say I'm the greatest, you know that I is
Boy quit playing you know that I did
Ten mill on streams, it mean nothing
When they still sleep, and don't fuck with
Me until I creep up on these beats
Make a fucking grown man cry to sleep
Make any emcee that want beef be
In a fucking grave yard going six feet deep
Believe it, you don't wanna fuck with me
Playing and debuting I lost my patience
If you wanna talk about it
Big homie I've been waiting
And I'm calling visitation
If you wanna get to spraying
I'll get you levitated
Get you high like medication
Boy you better get to walking
If you know it, better stay away
Cause I stay on that mother fucking bullshit
Do it day to day
And I can get some money
That you will not get a say today
And I can get a Mack
Load it up, get you sprayed today
I'm tired of this and I'm tired of that
I'm tired of bitch ass sounding rap
But little bitch ass sounding whack
You a snitch ass, too much speaking facts
I'm tired of lazy crazy under-aging
Hoes on Tik-Tok having babies
What the fuck happened to these ladies
Morals have been separating
I come out the car hitting with a bat
The two in the back get hit with the gat
Fuck a record deal, fuck the studio
Fuck my career I'm like Coolio
I'm on Tik-Tok with flip flops
Fuck hip hop, I kick box
I'm tired of these hoes
Tired of these leaches
Spoiled fruit not Georgia peaches
Where the goes at? I need em
Who got the Percocet's? I'll eat em
Suck a dick, lick a clit
Eat my shit while I take a shit
I'm the nasty man you love it
Believe that
I'll eat your ass right in public
Believe that
Let me chill out
Believe that
They don't fuck with Bizarre, weirdo
Aye, I'm coming through Bizarre
Ex porno movie star
Jack off in the Uber
And throw the driver out the moving car
Stupid raw, spit that broken condom flow
Let the shawty blow
Murder a child molester
And turn his body parts to sloppy joes
Eni meanie mini Moe
Catch a rapist by the toe
Break apart his spinal cords
And shove a pineapple down his throat
Smack him with a television remote
Dressed up as the cable guy
Major label offer me ten mill
If I stitched my style to gay or bi
I had to tell that label bye
Shit, I guess it's back to broke
Back to serving hookers on the corner
Looking for crack to smoke
Rob you for your alcohol and powder
I call that Jack and coke
I just killed this mother fucking instrumental
Casket closed
I'm tired I'm wired I'm stressing
I'm back in the booth
With truth confessions
They wanna come swoop
I double them loops
And when I come through
A madman on the loose
I hit em and spit em
Down the middle when I get em
Armageddon when I'm ripping
And I step in when I'm flipping
Like an automatic weapon
I'm a step up with aggression
We recess the repress
With a drought of recession
Physician when I'm ripping
Competition, musician
Repetition when I'm spitting
Never quitting
I'm a hit em like Nas I was written
I'm stripping the credit
For-bedded unleaded
The fuel to the fire I leave em beheaded
I'm not gonna let up, uh
I'm tired of lies, I'm tired of fibs
I'm tired of hate and I'm tired of this
I'm tired of this beat
And I'm tired of this kick
I'm tired tonight, but I won't give in
Till I'm at the top
Cause I deserve this
Most these rappers ain't got no purpose
So if you tired of this industry
Let a real king fucking surface
Let me run this fucking circus

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