If I Had

But if I had a million dollars
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of not working at GM
Tired of not being on tour

And disguises to hide they true colors
I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five fifty an hour
Tired of not being a millionaire
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Friends are people that you think are your friends
Without a condom on while I'm on the John

And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Then this boss wanders why I'm smartin' off
I'm tired of not having a phone
You know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour
Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of using plastic silverware

I'm tired of this DJ playing your shit when he spins

Robbing armored trucks
Just fed up
What is money?
But if I had a million dollars
If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
How am I supposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off
Saying they wasn't feeling me when nobody's as ill as me
For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk

If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss
You know what I'm saying?
Money is the root of all evil
But they really your enemies with secret identities
And every time you think you gotten past it
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
I'm tired of life
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers

Tired of drowning in my sorrow
If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough because I'd still be out
Tired of wanting to be him
They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
Without a condom on while I'm on the john
Tired of never having any ends
What is life?

I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me

What are friends?
I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics
Money'll make them same friends come back around
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of working in Building Square

Robbing armored trucks
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor

I'm tired of all of this bullshit telling me to be positive
Tired of being stared at

If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about shit around me, shit I see

Money is what makes a man act funny
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
Swearing that they was always down
It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground