Khirey Akeem If I Had ft. Spiritual Freedom Choir [Prod. Khirey Akeem]

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[Verse 1: Khirey Akeem]

Tired of stressing
Tired of these nigga who keep on testing
Tired of being tired
Tired of coming home from my jobs being fired
Tired of you
More so tired of me
Tired of always losing
Tired that I can’t succeed
Tired of being here
Tired of these bitches
Tired of always praying and hoping for some wishes
Tired of being used
Tired of being tired of being used by you
Tired of fucking whores with flat asses
Tired of fucking whore with no assets
Tired of strippers being on the pole
And I’m tired of all the things I can’t control

[Chrous:]

But If I had a million dollars
I would save the world
If I had a million dollars
I would save my girl
How that sound ha
It sound like a dream
If I had it all nothing would seem so bad
If I had one wish, I would wish for a big enough ass to kiss
If I had his life I wouldn’t hate mines
No I wouldn’t hate mines

[Verse 2:]

Tired of watching the news and seeing sad shit
That makes me wanna go out and do bad shit
Tired of these niggas lying to me
Tired of these niggas who keep on trying me
Tired of being broke
Tired of hearing jokes
About how I’m not dope
And my flows can’t float
Tired of this girl playing these games
Tired of trying to commit
But I just get shit
So shit
I’m here being tired, tired all day
I’m tired of hearing white people blame OJ
I’m tired of these Christians
I’m tired of these Jews
I’m tired of these Muslims
So which one are you
Tired of The Breakfast Club
Not inviting me
And these blogs who blog
And keep on writing me
Off
What the fuck
I’m tired of niggas saying I’m whack
I’m tired of bitches asking me where I’m at
I’m tired of niggas saying I got you later
But later never comes around
I’m tired of niggas dissing niggas for no reason
I’m tired of these bitches who turn on you like treason
And change like seasons
Tired of Greg missing his mom
Tired of Mr. Patterson ignoring my calls
I won’t stop loving Ry
Can’t say her name
Tired of being secretive
What are you ashamed
Tired of fighting when we should just be
Tired of calling hopping you answer
Tired of social networks
Y’all cats ain’t creative
Y’all just copy and paste all for a retweet?
Tired of hearing niggas say my beats ain’t shit
Tired of being an addict
Addicted to crack
Tired of living in this homeless shelter
Tired of cutting my wrist
Then not dying
Tired of living in shame
Tired of living in vain
Tired of crying
And living in pain
Tired of all the things you niggas won’t know
Tired of being here
Maybe I should just go

[Chorus x2:]