What would Bishop do? Lyrics

What would Bishop do?

I'm tired of being the bud of all the jokes, I'm tired of being pushed unprovoked

I'm tired of being broke

I'm tired of living in this life of fear

I'm tired of being here, get me there

Watching everybody else succeed, while living under my means

I'm tired of being a dreamer with no dreams

I'm tired of barely getting by

I'm tired of watching everybody out here getting fly, where is mines?

I'm tired of dropping hits, and never getting signed

I'm tired of standing on them lines, I need to get inside

I'm tired of needing so much pride, I'm exhausted

I'm tired of buying shit and got to worry what the cost is

Im tired of living check for check, I'm tired of living with debt

I'm tired of working my ass off, I'm tired of breaking a sweat

I'm tired of living with pain, that a nigga never asked for

I'm tired of being optimistic, fuck seeing the glass full

I'm tired of feeling like a burden, that shit be hurting

I'm tired of giving my all, and never knowing what's for certain

I'm tired of feeling like, I'm never doing enough

Shit, I'm tired of doing too much

I'm tired of living with regret

I'm tired of living with stress

I'm tired of seeing my mother cry, I'm tired blocking my ex

I'm tired

And If you fed up with this shit too

Just ask yourself, what would Bishop do?

Out here in the world, with nobody but you

So much on your brain, when there's nothing left to do

You got juice, yeah, you got juice

Remember you got the juice

When you playing the game, know that times get hard

Keep running your race, and you might get far

You got juice, yeah, you got the juice

Remember you got the juice

What would Bishop do?

Shit, where my chain at?

I been on the bus so long, shit, where my range at?

I been eating all these crumbs, shit, where my plate at?

It's been my birthday 30 times, shit where my cake at?

Where it's at?

Shit, where my money at?

I been out here looking for love, shit, where my honey at?

I see everybody on top, how I'm supposed top that?

I taught myself everything, shit, where my pops at?

Where he at?

Shit, where my trophy at?

I been an original so long, in a world of copy cats

Ain't nobody give no handouts, ain't nobody give me jack

I put my heart in all these songs, shit, where my platinum plaque?

Where it's at?

Shit, where my Bentley coupe?

I been flying so long, tell me, where my parachute?

I seen too many blizzards die, tell me, where the sun be at?

I see too many mommas cry, she don't know where her son be at

Where he at?

I done gave everything to this, done dodged felonies and shit

Tell me who gon' look for mine, who gon' take care of my kids

I'm just tryna leave a legacy, I'm tryna make a way

Tell me is it all worth it, tell me is there better days

Tell me if I keep on going, is there a light at the end?

Tell me will you even listen, when it end?

If you fed up with this shit too

Just ask yourself, what would Bishop do?

Out here in the world, with nobody but you

So much on your brain, when there's nothing left to do

You got juice, yeah, you got juice

Remember you got the juice

When you playing the game, know that times get hard

Keep running your race, and you might get far

You got juice, yeah, you got the juice

Remember you got the juice