Life Is What You Make It

[Sample]: Wake wake wake up babe [Verse One] [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 [Termanology]: 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 [Verse Three] [Freeway]: 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 [Sample]: Wake up baby The sun is in our face