Life is what you make it
You gotta put in hard work
Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
Writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
About tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
White collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
While niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
Riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
Its a setup hypothetically speakin
Even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
Drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
My mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
And my sister got a house now pushing a stick
Just a lil something to get her from a to b
Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
My little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left
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
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
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
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 cheat 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
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