By Mathers What is is like a big obstacle In front of your to slow you down
And every time you you gotten past it It's gonna come back and tackle you to the damn ground are friends? Friends are that you think are your friends But they really your enemies, with identities And disguises, to hide they true So just when you think you close enough to be want to come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is is what makes a man act funny Money is the of all evil Money'll make same friends come back around Swearing they was always down
is life? I'm of life I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with grins I'm tired of committing so many Tired of always giving in this bottle of Henny wins of never having any ends Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things I'm tired of DJ playing your shit when he spins of not having a deal Tired of having to with the bullshit without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my Tired of to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour Then this boss why I'm smartin' off Tired of being fired every I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using plastic Tired of in Building 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 Without a on, While I'm on the If I had a million It be enough, Because I'd be out Robbing trucks 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 poor Tired of taking pop back to the party store I'm tired of not a phone Tired of not a home To have one in if I did 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 coliseum Tired of not on tour Tired of the same blond whore After work in the of a Contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of Having a lack of funds and resorting back to
Tired of being at I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who bringin' half the skill as me Saying they wasn't me when nobody's as ill as me I'm tired of radio stations fibs Tired of saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a dollars I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into If I had a wand, I'd make the world suck my dick Without a condom on, while I'm on the
If I had a million It wouldn't be enough, because I'd be out armored trucks If I had one I ask for a big enough ass For the world to kiss You what I'm saying? I'm tired of all of this Telling me to be How'm I 'sposed to be when I don't see shit positive? what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, I see Know 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