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[Verse 1] Tired of running, tired of hunting
My own kind but retiring nothing Tires are steady screeching, the driver is
rubbing Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't
Dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst
[Verse 2] Dope on the corner, look at the coroner
Daughter is dead, mother is mourning her Strayed bullets, AK bullets
Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't
Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is looking
It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked
Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
I know I'm good at dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst
[Verse 3] How many sins? I'm running out
How many sins? I lost count Dreams of balling like Spalding
But only shotty bounce The reaper calling, I'm cottonmouth
Money is power, yours is ours Lay with a snitch, die with a coward
Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder
The same song, a black flower I'll show you how to dye your thirst, dye
your thirst, dye your thirst
[Verse 4] What are we doing? Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming Tell us to visit, we lying 'bout coming
Now back to business, loading the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feuding and
the beef is bubbling It's no discussion, hereditary
All of my cousins dying of thirst, dying of thirst, dying of thirst
[Verse 5] Too many sins, I'm running out
Somebody send me a well for the drought See, all I know, is taking notes
On taking this life for granted, granted, if he provoke
My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know...)
My best days, I stress days Say "*** the world," my sex slave
Money, *** and greed; what's my next crave Whatever it is, know it's my next grave
Tired of running, tired of running Tired of tumbling, tired of running
Tired of tumbling Back once my momma say
"See a pastor, give me a promise What if today was the rapture, and you completely
tarnished The truth will set you free, so to me be completely
honest You dying of thirst, you dying of thirst
So hop in that water, and pray that it works"