My Life

[Sara in background saying welcome]

[Fred/Miami]

This Crazy

I'm Thankful

Yea

Welcome Welcome

[Ness]

Life is what you make it

You gotta put in hard work

Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby

[Verse 1 (Ness)]

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

[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 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 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

[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