Da Band My Life Lyrics

My Life Lyrics

[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
itz 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 ou ti 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)]
High
heads and high school dropouts
little girlz wit there stomachs popped
out
i seen it all
niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
life
nomore
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
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 but
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]