By Marshal is life? Life is a big obstacle In front of your optical to you down
And every you think you gotten past 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 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 throat when you ain't lookin'
What is Money is makes a man act funny Money is the root of all Money'll make them same come back around Swearing that was always down
is life? I'm of life I'm tired of backstabbing ass with friendly grins I'm tired of so many 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 things I'm tired of this DJ playing your when he spins Tired of not having a Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the 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 tired of jobs startin' off at five an hour this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being fired every time I fart and Tired of having to as a gas station clerk For this jerk down my neck driving me berserk I'm of using plastic silverware Tired of in Building Square Tired of not a millionaire 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 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 ask for a big enough ass For the whole to kiss
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always Tired of taking pop bottles back to the 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 Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping a Tylenol P-M Tired of not performing in a packed of not being on tour Tired of fucking the same whore After work in the of a Contour I'm of faking knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and back to guns
Tired of stared at I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same of Lugz Tired of people saying they're tired of me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't half the skill as me Saying they wasn't feeling me 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 alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a bucks It wouldn't be enough, I'd still be out Robbing trucks If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole world to You know what I'm I'm of all of this bullshit Telling me to be How'm I to be positive when 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 hating going on in my own city get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you what I'm sayin'? fed up That's my