My Life - Da Band
(Fred) Its crazy Im thankfull Yeah Welcome welcome (NES) Life is what you make it You got to work hard Yeah cant let nobody hold you down baby Yeah (NES) Hit the bricks chiks like Damn where you been Lord Locked up with a bad case of Hemorroids Writting and fighting triffling rhymes about the life and times with niggas on the grind White collard criminals clib the corporate ladder Why niggas like me guys sell coke and crack Risking my freedom bocked up and missing the season Its a setup hypothetically speakingEven my pops knocked over tickets for speeding Drinking and driving i aint forgot he think i forgot him my mom got gray hairs from worrying sick my sister got a new house now pushing the stick just a lil somthing to get from A to B ya'll got no where to go come and stay with me Wit a neice and a nephew that love me to deasth My lilte brother nicks i guess his lovins whats left (sarah) Life is what you make it thoughit may seem basic(in my life) Going through some bad times but be thankfull the good times though my must build up the stengh to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome [Verse 2 (Fred)] I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door I looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke And at tha time i really needed his dough But i know the rules You never sell crack where you rest at Cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at In my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at Found out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest at I found out bout there spot had to go and x that My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson I carry loads at times even though it get stressin I remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing I couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition Tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it Though it may sound basic Going through some bad times While were faithful for the goodtimes yea Though we must build up tha strength to carry on Welcome to my world Welcome welcome [Verse 3 (Babs)] Pot heads and high school dropouts Little girlz wit there stomachs popped out I seen it all Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store Life no more Dont think small im getting focused In tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin While niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata My moms make paper but cheap wit her cash Ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad So i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka 100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side Battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried Alot of niggaz wanna see me shine But i still got tha lanes laggin behind Hatin on mine itz nothin Imma get to tha top regardless Got love for female rappers who think im tha hardest [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it Though it may sound basic Going through some bad times While were faithful for the goodtimes yea Though we must build up tha strength to carry on Welcome to my world Welcome welcome [Repeat Chorus 2x]