(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]
