what's the use? strung-out from that drug abuse
so i know my pops was gettin' high
me and mama barely gettin' by
2000's i was concentratin' more on gettin' fly
gettin' rich to get the shit i couldn't buy
i was sent from heaven with a set of horns
i'm here for more than just to kick some witty metaphors
this more of the type of shit you spit to set a war off
get money and still don't know
why the fuck they can't cop a house
the system meant to lock us out
but i'm knockin' down the door
strapped up with a four-four
robin hood shit - and yeah
that's good enough to stay in new kicks and a good whip
get good head from a good bitch
i'ma tell you straight up
rather die before i fake it
they say life is what you make it
but i'm just tryna make it
rather die before i fake it
they say life is what you make it
lord have mercy on my soul - what i've done and what i've seen
my life has tumbled into that which only you could intervene
i put my heart in senseless things - money
sad to say i won't be shit
grew up in this bitch without a pot to piss in
they lockin' sons up for less
i don't care how y'all cope
but yet i still peddle this dope and these pills
i'll never know how sittin' comfy on that oprah seat feels
more than likely be on most wanted posters
holdin' on to old dreams of bein' hova
bottom of the totem poles
people say they sold their souls
i just think they found a better way
but sometimes i be wishin' i could levitate
rather die before i fake it
they say life is what you make it
but i'm just tryna make it
rather die before i fake it
they say life is what you make it
but i'm just tryna make it