Life Is What You Make It (feat. Saigon & Freeway) - Freeway, Saigon

Life is only what you make it

You can take it and waste it

Or take reality and face it

Your words shall always remain sacred

Snake shit will get your face hit

Harder than Statik makes the base get

They spit of basic necessities and accessories

My destiny is taking complexity to the next degree

Insurrector, that’s the world I am

Methodical master plan never heard by man

I’m immaculate

I’ll be a spectacular copper killer

‘Cause I can peel a cap quick and accurate

From under my mom’s skit to the dirt

I’ll put in that hard work

Have you ever seen my concert jerk?

Your life a game

You’ll kill yourself in the replay

My terminology is long as Philadelphia’s freeway

Who him?

He’s gay

He should direct traffic

Fuck that DJ

I’mma select Statik

Ayo

Life is what you make it up

Put the razor to the plate

And chop the cocaine into little pieces

I’m bag on ace cause it help unleashing the pain

That we faced with so I’mma make 'em extra rocky beige brolic

Fish scale, I got it

In love with narcotics

You might as well give me your wallet

I got the product that turn a nun into a raging alcoholic

Slash fiend, caffeine, morphine, codeine

Excedrin all in the dreams

Neighborhood pharmacy

No prescription need it

For pitchin' to anybody with digits

Cause life is how we live it

So who am I to say you can be getting high today?

It’s a Friday, you know a hood holiday

No Ice Cube

Henny, no ice cubes

And yes I like food

So I’m sell white too

Philly Freezer and Sai-gitty

Understand the strideets, said they’d go ride with me

Statik spark the lah with me

Statik spark it I get it choppin', I’m David Crockett

Make the profits, stim pack package and corner the market

Hit the target and dismiss all this nonsense and chaos

We can’t delay y’all I gotta live you with something to rock with

Flow awkward

There is no countin'

Haters no like so they pray he no drop it

Nigga sneak diss and no comment

Honest

When I see you there is no holds barred no conscious

Backpackers like him cause they say he rhyme conscious

Sickness him with the flow no nonsense

Sickness with the doe no sponsors

And he’s handsome like his fore fathers

Stroke and leave your hoe unconscious

This is my own, there can be only one don here

Rosh clot you’ll get left behind here

Shots fly

Blast lay you on your backside tough guy

Just for gettin' outta line here

Yeah, it’s Free, Statik Selek, Term and Saigon

Bitches use my pictures for they icon

And they wish they could be my passenger

Just came back from Africa

The motherland where all the fans look like Akon

And they wanted me to stay long

They was screamin' «Kumbay yay!

Freeway spit napalm»

And he representin' all day long

I’ll do it for the hood

The music too good for y’all to hate on

Wake up baby

The sun is in our face