By Mathers What is Life is a big obstacle In front of optical to slow you down
And every time you think you gotten it It's gonna come around and tackle you to the damn ground are friends? Friends are that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, secret identities And disguises, to they true colors So when you think you close enough to be brothers They to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
is money? Money is what makes a man act Money is the of all evil Money'll make them same come back around Swearing they was always down
What is I'm tired of I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins I'm tired of so many sins Tired of always giving in when this of Henny wins Tired of having any ends Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit he spins Tired of not a deal Tired of having to deal with the bullshit grabbing the steel Tired of in my sorrow Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being every time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using silverware Tired of working in Building Tired of not a millionaire But if I had a dollars I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the suck my dick a condom on, While I'm on the If I had a million It be enough, Because I'd be out Robbing armored If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole world to
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party I'm of not having a phone of not having a home To one in if I did have it on Tired of not a B-M of not working at G-M, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M Tired of not performing in a packed Tired of not on tour Tired of fucking the same whore After work in the of a Contour I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns
Tired of being at I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the pair of Lugz of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the as me Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me I'm tired of radio stations telling of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd the world suck my dick Without a on, while I'm on the john
If I had a bucks It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out Robbing armored If I had one I ask for a big enough ass For the whole world to You what I'm saying? I'm tired of all of this me to be positive How'm I to be positive when I don't see shit positive? Know I'm sayin'? I rap about around me, shit I see Know I'm sayin'? Right now I'm of everything Tired of all player hating that's going on in my own city get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my