I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Mo' money, mo' problems it is Now I'm back to writin' my lyrical novel again I'm holdin' on grenades and I'm tryin' to not pull a pin I done contemplated on downin' a bottle of gin 'Cause maybe that'll calm my nerves and get my ass on track I'm on the fuckin' edge, I snapped and I just can't go back I have no class, I'm cut from how my last ho act She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow crash I fuckin' hate this bitch, her name could sit on a grave Only reason she ain't dead is 'cause my kid on the way The bitch is pregnant and she strippin', dodgin' minimum wage She done kicked me down, locked me up and spit on my face I bought a ring for this bitch just to set it in stone My headache has grown, damn I shoulda left it alone Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won't return Welcome to hell, bitch, I hope you burn, because I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Listen, lil' nigga, we ain't in the same shoes You ain't built a name or even paid dues But damn it, I'm ashamed of what it came to And if you had have ever reached my level of fame Guaranteed Dame would have played you He's in the wrong, don't give me hate for it You know him better than me Y'all always had a broken relationship Now you lookin' at me like I'm Satan's spawn But five years ago you had made the same diss song Why don't you put it out? Show the world you hate your brother too Don't be afraid to show the truth Shit, you ain't got much to lose Anyone can hold a gun up, but who's brave enough to shoot? You know damn well he's addicted to rakin' up the loot If you seen the shit I seen, you woulda taken sides with me But you fuckin' disappeared and you ain't even ride with me And now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom Nigga, fuck you and your phony mental problems! I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me (ha—ha—ha) We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault Too many motherfuckers judge my life And make me out to be a monster like I love my strife Too many motherfuckers pick at what the fuck I write They hate to see me shine, they wish that they could cut my light I use my music as my public diary, it's what inspires me It's why your fuckin' son admires me, come and fire me Settle with the hell that I was put in, nuh-uh You motherfuckers keep forgettin' I'm too good at my job Y'all shoulda knew this, some think I'm too retarded and stupid Overnight I just went and started a movement The power at my fingertips is greater than Funk Volume and Ruthless Ha ha, you still losin', you niggas thought you could do it Go crawl in some sewage, you niggas ain't no entrepreneurs You fucked with Hopsin Da Ruler and now I'm hollerin', "Screw ya" Hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off Niggas, the throne is mine, so stay the fuck off, 'cause I'm so tired Of all the problems you've been causin' me We are not cool no mo' as far as I can see You kicked me down I've fallen, I'm crawlin' It's all your fault