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Here’s a beautiful rap song by the American Hip-Hop gospel music artist and renowned rapper “KB“, as He motivates and blesses us with this tune titled “So Tired“.
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Lyrics: So Tired by KB
[Intro: KB]
Sometimes I get so tired
Just trying to stay alive
Ayy (Good)
Don’t talk to me
About the land of the free (Let me talk about it, ooh)
And the home of the brave until everybody’s free (Ooh)
You’re not free, you’re a slave
[Verse 1: KB]
I’m in the trenches, go mind in the mentions
My mind on the vision, your mind on the digits
It is what it is, and look, we not the same
I’m willin’ to die with no dime in my pocket
And not ’cause I lost it, I gave it away
You want a purpose that you cannot purchase
The perks and the purpose, look, we can’t complain
Behind thе curtain, come look at this circus
The bigger thе clown, the bigger they pay
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can’t stop
You say you ’bout [?], new boo every Tuesday
New Jimmy Choos, food in the booth, Lupe
You gotta choose who finna bring you change
When the woop-woop fades, I’m getting you saved
He rolled to the BlueTooth, pickin’ woo cage
Truth ain’t Bolt to the track, what are you sayin’?
I’m plugged in and don’t play no games
HGA on these 808s
Let up the ‘Gram and don’t place no ayy
Bar hard when I post his name
Full plate, I just say my grace
I bleed, but this ain’t gon’ break
Got one clique, amazon my gang
(You’re not free, you’re a slave) Oof, uh
West side, east side, red light, green light
That’s right, be right, oh my soul
That’s my delight, we light, we like
We fight, I’m just in my zone
Devil’s teeth is showin’ where your people goin’
When it all falls, follow Yeezy moment
We might need condolence, yay, the need is growin’
And Jesus beats the peace of Jesus on us
We done picked up the litter litty, we gotta go, ayy
Spirit is livin’ within us, Guinness, this record don’t break
If I’m in it, I’m in it, pin it, a minute
I get it, I get it, but nobody finna tell me what to say
Rather be cancelled than handled
I got a Lord, and it ain’t your name
Man, I’ve been reppin’ since 2006
That’s to the grave, it is what it is
[Refrain: KB]
HGA, for my dawgs, ayy (Mm-hmm)
Yeah, HGA, that my dawgs, that my folk
Yeah, shinin’, G.O.M., that my dawgs, yeah, yeah
Shinin’ all the time for my God, ayy (Sometimes I get so tired)
[Verse 2: Bizzle]
We both rap, we are not so different
Nah, home skillet, my flow different
Child flow, got potholes in it
Child home got dry bones in it
Bogart with the flow, so hard
I could knock over Costco wit’ it
I roll wit’ the God, so big
Did a box show, not gon’ fit in it
You got a bag, and I’m stackin’
But what I’m spinnin’ for a lot more different
You got a ratchet, I pack it
But trust, what we let it pop for different
Oh, and we get high so different
And I’m so lifted up in the sky
My iPhone trippin’, but if I die
Then I’m gon’ visit God throne
In a minute, heaven’ll be my home
Pearl gates for my condo
Not a thief in the place, ain’t no reason to hate
When the whole block go
This a devil, no fly zone
We rock, try to preach God
But they keep knockin’, and like they ring the bell
Three times, and he not home
I know I don’t deserve all this
What would I be like if I weren’t called His?
A deader me, less forgivin’
Now I’m a better me, best decision
We rep the letter G, oh, I’m representin’
HGA, nothin’ lesser than it
Won’t discuss it, load the musket
Three, two, one, blow the trumpet
Bizzle
[Interlude: KB & Zhalarina]
Zhalarina
Emmy Award-winning, woah
Uh
[Verse 3: Zhalarina]
This the season, I’m a jolly chick
Kickin’ it with the meaner, melancholy, they came on folly, legit
I feed my black into my blackin’, it’s how they lit
I jump on top of whatever, my nephew was hidin’ it
I pick a mighty pigeon to talk on my mighty ditch
And I take off from the earth, it don’t flow when it high to jig
‘Cause I can’t stand to be sittin’ up in the choir when
Huh, I heard
Causin’ inception, all of the production, slayin’ the beats
So when I decided to put on the foot on the heat
And I ain’t got time to try to be someone else which is hum
Don’t think no greater than the God who put His life on the line
I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin’ on the stomach
Dependent on you for whatever what is comin’
If I don’t switch up the [?], then it switchin’ the [?]
Especially different oven
This heavy metal, but nothin’ is special about the biscuit
[Outro]
Somebody gonna have to tell it to ’em
Somebody gonna have to tell them
Somebody gonna have to tell them
Somebody gonna—somebody gonna—
Somebody gonna have to tell it to ’em
Somebody gonna have to tell them
Somebody gonna have to tell them
Somebody gonna—somebody gonna have to tell it to ’em