Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Is What You Make It (feat. Saigon & Freeway) , by - Freeway. Release date: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life Is What You Make It (feat. Saigon & Freeway) |
| 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 |