They say life's what you make it
But how they say that and don't want us to make it
They ain't tryna give it then you gotta take it
It's falling apart just go back to the basics
Aint for the weak
We don't get along then we never speak
Run ins with the law but we never leak
I'm tryna hit pinnacles we never reached
This shit is amazing
Mashing the gas I feel like I'm racing
Slide through the block had to cover our faces
Serial numbers we had to erase it
You know they can trace it
Missing my brother I been getting wasted
Missing my daughter I'm way outta state
But she gotta eat I ain't missin this paper
Life of a gangster
Life of a father
Life of a artist
Look at these pictures I'm painting
Life of GOAT
Life of a LOC
They look at this shit that I'm banging like it's a disaster
Mama ain't home and papa be trappin
Nothing but oodles and noodles in cabinets turn to the streets couldn't go to a pastor
They selling hope in the church
Meaning they hopin it work
They call it tides
Couldn't even go to the hearse
Then they put Moe in the dirt
Couldn't even cry
We dont be hiding from nothing
So niggas know where to lurk
Really outside
Had to realize I really could die
They get in the car but is they gon ride
Good question
Still got it tucked when I ride through the city
Know it's some niggas thats tryna get with me
Don't understand cuz we never had problems
Brody had said cuz your life lookin litty
Never had nothing they ain't give us nothing
Til brody had gave me that mic and that midi
Jump in the game they push you around
Until you get flagrant then they call a foul
Like how you say life's what you make it
But you don't want us to make it
That shit is crazy
You get some power they hate it
They strippin you down til you naked
That shit is lame
I like to drip in designer but that's not a sign that I made it
Cuz they told me the devil wear Prada so ima be fly if he take it
They say life's what you make it
But how they say that and don't want us to make it
They ain't tryna give it then you gotta take it
It's falling apart just go back to the basics
Aint for the weak
We don't get along then we never speak
Run ins with the law but we never leak
I'm tryna hit pinnacles we never reach
This shit is amazing
Pressing the gas I feel like I'm racing
Slide through the block had to cover our faces
Serial numbers we had to erase it
You know they can trace it
Missing my brother I been getting wasted
Missing my daughter I'm way outa state
But she gotta eat I ain't missin this paper
Shit is amazing