[Verse 1]

I’m close to my brothers, fire the burner, hand em and toss it 
Jesus I looked at the [bad word] and crossed them 
I’ve been around the world and still landed in Boston 
Money don’t look at him funny when you’re standing across from him dummy 
I’m [bad word] beast, [bad word] a pacifist, I threw the piece 
Leave your crew deceased, team exposed like a nudist beach 
I know what I mean to people, I know who to reach 
Yeah I’m mean to people, but who are you to preach? 
And who I am to judge when I’ll probably die from [bad word]  
Who are you to act like you know something to ride with us? 
C’mon cuzzo, look at my lyrics and what it does though 
Listen in the future, you still tell what I was though 
You’ll see how I murdered the words 
It seems so [bad word] up and blurred and disturbed 
Dudes are hating on the Internet, they’re perverted nerds 
But here I am today [bad word] what you got to say sucka?

[Hook]

Just me and my people 
Just trying to live, people 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you

[Verse 2]

I got that 1975 drive, taking those dive ? live wire 
I’m high wild, ceremonial slinging and powwows 
I feel I’m stone grin immaculate, that’s why you see my smile now 
And die later but live forever 
Cause I made a way to tell my story when you slide a fader 
The DJ keeps the soul alive of a rhyme creator 
I’m in the digicratesm your song ? 
Let me dumb it down, what it do, give me pound 
Got a strap with plenty rounds, got yak for many nouns 
You let the music go to waste cause the penny counts 
More than the art form, put the blunt and Henny down 
And slap the [bad word] out of yourself for thinking 
Just keep walking strong, the label is the one pimping 
And all you critics I got one thing to say 
Put out something better than the records that you slay, stupid

[Hook]

Just me and my people 
Just trying to live, people 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you

[Verse 3]

My [bad word] smells like whiskey, I’m never wishy-wash 
That’s why it [bad word] me off when somebody try and diss me 
Too high for the plane, I got you flying risky 
Acting like a bunch of sissies with the lion frisky 
There should never be questions if I’m iffy 
I’m driving [bad word] [bad word] with the [bad word] tires slippery 
The cops are too dumb, they try and get me 
I got the cocaine on me and the iron with me

[Verse 4]

My words fix you verbal addicts 
And they in Boston like Bird and Magic 
Except we’re urban tatted burning ‘matics 
We’re looking at the streets, the streets looking back at us 
That’s why I never really cared about my rap status 
I keep it 100 whether I’m [bad word] or one blunted 
Son of a [bad word] I keep the [bad word] 
That’s why I got “Psycho” on my stomach 
And the key to [bad word] see us if you want it

[Hook]

Just me and my people 
Just trying to live, people 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you 
I’m tired, I’m tired of you