By Mathers is life? Life is a big obstacle In of your optical to slow you down
And time you think you gotten past it It's come back around and tackle you to the damn ground What are Friends are people that you think are friends But really your enemies, with secret identities And disguises, to hide they true So when you think you close enough to be brothers They want to come back and cut your when you ain't lookin'
What is Money is what makes a man act Money is the root of all Money'll make them friends come back around that they was always down
What is I'm of life I'm tired of ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so many Tired of always giving in when bottle of Henny wins Tired of having any ends Tired of having friends hooked on crack and many things I'm tired of this DJ playing shit when he spins Tired of not having a Tired of having to deal 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 spraying shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an Then this boss wonders why I'm off Tired of being fired every I fart and cough Tired of to work as a gas station clerk For jerk breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using plastic Tired of in Building Square Tired of not being a But if I had a dollars I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd the world suck my dick Without a on, While I'm on the If I had a million It be enough, Because I'd be out Robbing armored If I had one I ask for a big enough ass For the whole to kiss
I'm of being white trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the store 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 a Tylenol P-M Tired of not performing in a coliseum Tired of not on tour Tired of fucking the same whore After in the back of a Contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of Having a lack of funds and resorting to guns
Tired of being at I'm tired of wearing the damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in wearing the same pair of Lugz Tired of saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the 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"
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If I had a million It be enough, because I'd still be out Robbing trucks If I had one I ask for a big enough ass For the whole world to You know what I'm I'm tired of all of this Telling me to be How'm I 'sposed to be positive I don't see shit positive? Know I'm sayin'? I rap about around me, shit I see Know what I'm Right now I'm of everything Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm fed up That's my