[Sara in background saying welcome]      [Fred/Miami]   This Crazy   I'm Thankful   Yea   Welcome Welcome      [Ness]   Life is what you make it    You gotta put in hard work   Yea cant let nobody hold you down baby      [Verse 1 (Ness)]   Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord   Locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods   Writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes    About tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind   White collared criminals climb the corporate ladder   While niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack   Riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season   Its a setup hypothetically speakin   Even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding   Drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him   My mom got grey hairs from worrying sick    And my sister got a house now pushing a stick   Just a lil something to get her from a to b   Ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me    Wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death   My little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left      [Chorus (Sara)]   Life is what u make it    Though it may sound basic   Going through some bad times    While were faithful for the goodtimes yea   Though we must build up tha strength to carry on    Welcome to my world   Welcome welcome       [Verse 2 (Fred)]   I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door   I looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke   And at tha time i really needed his dough   But i know the rules   You never sell crack where you rest at    Cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at   In my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at    Found out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest at    I found out bout there spot had to go and x that    My eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man    I think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson   I carry loads at times even though it get stressin   I remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing    I couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition    Tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business      [Chorus (Sara)]   Life is what u make it    Though it may sound basic   Going through some bad times    While were faithful for the goodtimes yea   Though we must build up tha strength to carry on    Welcome to my world   Welcome welcome       [Verse 3 (Babs)]   Pot heads and high school dropouts    Little girlz wit there stomachs popped out    I seen it all    Niggaz stretched out by tha corner store    Life no more    Dont think small im getting focused    In tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin   While niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata   My moms make paper but cheat wit her cash   Ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad   So i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka   100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt   Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side   Battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried    Alot of niggaz wanna see me shine   But i still got tha lanes laggin behind   Hatin on mine itz nothin   Imma get to tha top regardless    Got love for female rappers who think im tha hardest       [Chorus (Sara)]   Life is what u make it    Though it may sound basic   Going through some bad times    While were faithful for the goodtimes yea   Though we must build up tha strength to carry on    Welcome to my world   Welcome welcome