By Mathers is life? Life is like a big In front of optical to slow you down
And time you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the ground What are Friends are people that you think are friends But they really enemies, with secret identities And disguises, to hide true colors So just when you think you close to be brothers They want to back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is Money is what makes a man act Money is the root of all Money'll make them same come back around that they was always down
What is I'm tired of I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so many Tired of always in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and things I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins of not having a deal Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers shit and dartin' off I'm tired of startin' off at five fifty an hour Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being fired every I fart and cough Tired of having to as a gas station clerk For this jerk breathing down my neck me berserk I'm tired of using plastic Tired of working in Square Tired of not a millionaire But if I had a dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world my dick a condom on, While I'm on the If I had a million It 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
I'm tired of being trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop back to the party store I'm of not having a phone Tired of not a home To one in if I did have it on of not driving a B-M Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping without a P-M Tired of not performing in a coliseum of not being on tour Tired of the same blond whore After work in the back of a I'm tired of knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and back to guns
Tired of being at I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me Saying they wasn't feeling me when as ill as me I'm tired of radio stations fibs Tired of 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 make the suck my dick a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out Robbing armored If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the world to kiss You what I'm saying? I'm tired of all of 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 shit me, shit I see what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own Can't get no airplay, you know I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my