By Marshal is life? Life is like a big In front of 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 What are Friends are people that you think are friends But they your enemies, with secret identities And disguises, to hide they true So when you think you close enough to be brothers want to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is Money is what a man act funny Money is the of all evil Money'll make them same friends back around Swearing they was always down
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 bottle of Henny wins Tired of never having any Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and many I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins Tired of not having a Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel of drowning in my sorrow Tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off I'm of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour Then this boss why I'm smartin' off Tired of fired every time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas clerk For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using plastic of working in Building Square 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 world suck my a condom on, While I'm on the If I had a bucks It be enough, I'd still be out Robbing armored If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the world to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not having a of not having a home To have one in if I did it on of not driving a B-M Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not without a Tylenol P-M Tired of not performing in a packed of not being on tour Tired of the same blond whore After work in the back of a I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of stared at I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz Tired of people saying tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me I'm tired of radio stations telling Tired of J-L-be "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world 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 armored trucks If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole to kiss You know what I'm I'm of all of this bullshit 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 what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm of everything Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's though, you know what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my