Sicc and Tired lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Tee]
I'm sick and tired of you n*ggas talkin' gangster sh*t
Soon as a n*gga pull up on you, actin' like a b*tch
Got tired of bein' down broke, had to grab a split
Terrance taught me how to piece and Cat taught me how to whip
Got a lot of game from my dad and cousin J
J taught me how to hustle, pops told me never play
Keep your eyes open son and watch from every way
And never put your trust in these n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas snakes
You n*ggas know my name, b*tch I'm Big Tee
Same n*gga went crazy on that Meek Mills beat
Same n*gga in my city f*ckin' up the streets
Killed my n*gga Fred and I turned to a cold beast
Gave my n*gga Quincy life for some f*ck sh*t
Then them crackers tried to f*ck me dry with the same di*k
I just got time, watchin' episodes of better gold
I lost my son, this sh*t hurt 'cause he ain't get to see four
Used to f*ck with dog food, now it's cookie bowls
Used to want a body, now a n*gga want a bankroll
Crackers had a n*gga locked down twenty-four
Used to want a body, now a n*gga want a bankroll

[Chorus: Aoc Obama]
I'm sick and tired of these n*ggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these b*tches, they f*ckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie
[Verse 2: Aoc Obama]
'Member the Bentley? the haters was sick to they stomach
I pulled up on my ex, she damn near vomit
Even my own n*ggas said I bet he don't own it
Then asked them sucker sh*t like how many miles on it?
Man I'm so sick of these pocket watching n*ggas
Like I ain't get it out the mud to these six figures
I'm on nine four Tim crib, sh*t's bigger
See me in the mall, come here lil baby, get this picture
You know what? I got some' for you b*tch n*ggas
Drop a lil bag, send Big Tee to get with you
You gon' think sh*t's sweet 'til you see n*ggas
Walkin' on the side of your crib with them big pistols

[Chorus: Aoc Obama]
I'm sick and tired of these n*ggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these b*tches, they f*ckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie
I'm sick and tired of these n*ggas, they the police
Get caught with an eight ball, they tellin' on kids
I'm sick and tired of these b*tches, they f*ckin' for free
Sleepin' on they friend's couch, kids with they auntie