By Marshal What is Life is a big obstacle In front of your optical to slow you
And every you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn are friends? Friends are that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with identities And disguises, to hide true colors So just when you think you close to be brothers They want to come back and cut your throat you ain't lookin'
is money? Money is what a man act funny 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 backstabbing ass with friendly grins I'm tired of so many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny of never having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on and many things I'm of this DJ playing your shit 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 having to a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs off at five fifty an hour Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being fired every time I and cough of having to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using silverware Tired of working in Building of not being a millionaire But if I had a dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd the world suck my dick Without a on, I'm on the john 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 to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party I'm tired of not having a Tired of not a home To one in if I did have it on Tired of not a B-M Tired of not working at G-M, of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping without a P-M Tired of not performing in a packed Tired of not being on Tired of fucking the same blond work in the back of a Contour I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to
of being stared at I'm of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz Tired of people saying tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' the skill as me they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me I'm tired of radio telling fibs Tired of J-L-be saying "Where Lives"
But if I had a million I'd buy a damn brewery, and the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the suck my dick Without a condom on, while I'm on the
If I had a million It be enough, because I'd still be out Robbing armored If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole to kiss You what I'm saying? I'm of all of this bullshit Telling me to be How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I see shit positive? what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit me, shit I see what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of of all this player hating that's going on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you know I'm sayin'? fed up That's my