[Sara in background saying welcome]
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[Fred/Miami]
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This Crazy
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I'm Thankful
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Yea
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Welcome Welcome
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[Ness]
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Life is what you make it
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You gotta put in hard work
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Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
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[Verse 1 (Ness)]
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Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
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Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
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Writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
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About tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
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White collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
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While niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
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Riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
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Its a setup hypothetically speakin
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Even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
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Drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
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My mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
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And my sister got a house now pushing a stick
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Just a lil something to get her from a to b
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Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
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Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
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My little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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Though it may sound basic
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Going through some bad times
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While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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Welcome to my world
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Welcome welcome
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[Verse 2 (Fred)]
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I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door
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I looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
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And at tha time i really needed his dough
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But i know the rules
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You never sell crack where you rest at
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Cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
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In my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
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Found out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
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I found out bout there spot had to go and x that
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My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man
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I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson
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I carry loads at times even though it get stressin
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I remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
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I couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
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Tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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Though it may sound basic
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Going through some bad times
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While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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Welcome to my world
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Welcome welcome
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[Verse 3 (Babs)]
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Pot heads and high school dropouts
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Little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
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I seen it all
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Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
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Life no more
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Dont think small im getting focused
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In tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
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While niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
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My moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
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Ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
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So i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
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100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
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Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side
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Battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
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Alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
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But i still got tha lanes laggin behind
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Hatin on mine itz nothin
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Imma get to tha top regardless
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Got love for female rappers who think im tha hardest
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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Though it may sound basic
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Going through some bad times
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While were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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Though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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Welcome to my world
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Welcome welcome
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[Repeat Chorus 2x]
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My Life
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Da Band |