Light Em Up (RIP Doe B) [feat. Pharrell & WatchTheDuck]

You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Err body going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the heart
With poison a nigga use to play the trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they will rather see you die than see you live fly
Crabs in the barrel, in ghetto America, man, we just lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it

They say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I know about Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it

Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up

You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
Lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up

You know when I met you, sitting on the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a young nigga, still he never got excited
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga
With a eye patch, swinging hard reppin' role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga
Made 'em wanna kill him
Still they see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even feel it

At your video, I could feel the damn
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck aside
Start to look as you and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry 'bout 'em lil dude"
Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude, they'll come around in a year or two
Made your hustle gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said you want a grammy
Showed you how to mix and actavis candy
Doing 160 with me, he ain't panic

Called yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Walking with Pharrell, chilling in Miami"
All you said was "run it
Book the flight, i'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok", I hung up the phone
Couple of hour later damn my nigga gone

You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it

Devil's business, my brother gone
Suppose to be a living legend
Hating nigga sent you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the fourth of July, and light 'em up

Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
Lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up



Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Clifford Harris, Jesse Rankins, Eddie Smith Iii, Jonathan Wells
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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