(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]