Tired - Z-Ro

Here we go again, hustling another season

I keep my faith in God, to face these demons

Sometimes I win the battle, but it doesn’t mean I win the war

I gotta laugh to keep from crying, good times I really wonder what they are

Even if I feel there’s no reason to feel ashamed

Nothing used to lose, I had

Enough opportunity to playing the game

I can’t be stopped, ninety-eight percent from the field

But they won’t pass the rock, even though I’m wide open for the shot

It got me ready to scream «fuck my team»

Seems like the players I’m running with don’t want me to touch my dreams

With my own hands, I’m tired of making money in the name of others

I’m tryna touch it with my own hands

Wanna rob a bank sometimes, but then I’d have to spend

My life, my life, my life, my life, dug in one time

And end up back in the pen

So I’m stuck as a starter payed as if I’m riding the bench

I know to you I’m looking like I’m rich but I’m not

I’m just know how to take what I got and whip it until it looks like a lot

Not gonna lie, sometimes I wanna give up

But when I look at my daughter I pick my chin up, I gotta survive

Too many niggas tryna take me offa my game (offa my game)

I’m tryna do something good but because I’m from the hood

I always end up in these chains (always end up in these chains)

When you see me in the town, you ain’t gotta slow down

I’m in love with my own company (company)

Phoney homies see me on the TV (TV)

And I can see 'em coming to get me in my sleep (sleep)

That’s why I’m staying sucker free (sucker free)

Cause dealing with hard times is enough for me (enough for me)

I don’t need no help my nigga, I can do bad on my own

I’m so tired (tired), tired (tired), tired (tired)

I’m so tired (tired), tired (tired), tired

But I’mma keep on pushing