By Marshal is life? Life is a big obstacle In of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you gotten it It's gonna back around and tackle you to the damn ground are friends? Friends are people that you think are friends But they really your enemies, with secret And disguises, to they true colors So when you think you close enough to be brothers They want to come back and cut your throat you ain't lookin'
What is is what makes a man act funny Money is the of all evil Money'll them same friends come back around Swearing that they was always
is life? I'm tired of I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of wins Tired of never having any Tired of having skinny friends hooked on and many things I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins Tired of not having a Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel Tired of in my sorrow Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm off Tired of being fired time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me I'm of using plastic silverware Tired of working in Building Tired of not being a But if I had a million I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the suck my dick Without a on, While I'm on the If I had a million It be enough, I'd still 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 pop bottles back to the party store 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 of not performing in a packed coliseum Tired of not on tour Tired of fucking the blond whore After work in the back of a I'm tired of faking with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to
Tired of being at I'm tired of the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me I'm tired of radio telling fibs Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into 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 million It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out Robbing trucks If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole world to You know I'm saying? I'm tired of all of this me to be positive How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive? Know I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, I see Know I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'? But ey, cool though, you know what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my