Uninspired lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ok

[Verse 1]
Lately I've been tired, uninspired, wanna give up (yeah)
The voice in my head be yelling like 'n*gga get up' (get up)
Got a few problems that I would like to get rid of (facts)
I appreciate the fans for reaching out just to get love (that's love)
To my dogs that wear they heart on they sleeve
Gotta turn that sh*t to ice in this game, n*ggas'll scheme (uh huh)
'coming innocent, think there's friends in it, it's just business (uh uh)
Watch how n*ggas dip when they feel like they cannot benefit (ha!)
You know how these n*ggas switch like Benedict you been a b*tch
I right all my wrongs with bad penmanship (yeah)
Baby mama b*tch and she know I got bad temperament, (uh huh)
I feel it in the air, sh*t changed, it's mad different (brrt)
Some n*ggas never made it, that made 'em jaded for ages
Some blow they brains out, some carve they vains with razors
I'm tryna stay patient while working what God gave us
Why the f*ck I keep complaining, I know that I'm God's favourite
They gon' say I'm crazy for making them odd statements (facts)
Concrete jungle, I got it out of the pavement (the mud)
When n*ggas low on payments they made 'em out as assailants
I miss my dead homies, I'm 'bout to start up a seance (slow mo)
Keep it distant, we don't need to be close
My manager buggin' me 'bout social media posts
I don't give a f*ck about it when you're grieving and low (f*ck it)
Mama diagnosed with cancer, f*ck a IG quote
How the f*ck do n*ggas move in this weird simulation?
Where everyone want attention and seekin' for validation
I just wanna turn this f*ckin' phone off and zone off
Hard to stay sane doctor, I need more Zoloft
My prayers be too long every night I doze off [ay man]
I wake up from night terrors, wipe my head with cold cloths
When I was young I felt protected by my grandma's gold cross (uhuh)
Now it's automatic handguns, spray 'em and drove off
These n*ggas dyin' over dumb sh*t, (uhuh)
What a waste of talent when that gun spit, he ain't ever done sh*t
How can n*ggas function when they only work with crumbs b*tch?
Ski mask up, fill that hundred-round drum kit
Either the cemetary or these n*ggas turn to convicts
Limited resources, yeah, that pretty much sums it
I'm in it for longevity, put my life in jeopardy
And if I die tomorrow my seeds gon' carry my legacy
Benton
[Hook]
I don't give a f*ck about it, don't wanna give up
The voice in my head, I don't give a f*ck about it
I'm tryna stay patient, how the f*ck you n*ggas move?
I don't give a f*ck about it, don't wanna give up
The voice in my head be yelling like 'n*gga get up' (x2)