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You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it Tell me why it is now ah day we live only for the moment Errybody going deep into the dark Point of no returning, following the evil running from the Lord Hatred in the Heart of ah nigga poison ah nigga use to play and trade toys with ah nigga Now you gotta go to war with ah nigga Just becuz you got more than ah nigga Muthafucka Kamikaze you they rather die then see you live fly Crabs in a barrel in ghetto america Man we just lucky if we make it out See so much potential, loss of reputation, you would think eventually we would get it They see you got it they done even want it It just hurt so much for them to see you with it What I know bout satan, he patiently wait to rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making What we put together never let ‘em take it Got Damn shawty you was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it Letras de canciones Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You suppose to make it Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it Knew it when I met you, sitting on the car Buckhead in the mall You was something special He was just a young nigga, still he never got excited. It was hard to overwhelm him Fat nigga wit ah eye-patch swangin hard Reppin ROLL TIDE ALABAMA! You can tell he was kicking too much flav On a country nigga made em wanna kill him Still to see him smiling shawty he be chillin Nigga wish him dead he aint em feel it At yo video, I could feel it then We was at the club niggas could get in They was stuck outside, start to look at you And as you should, you look like fuck Im spose to do! Ask you bout it then, say hey bruh you cool You say I aint worried bout them lil dudes Yet they feeling hurt, got a attitude, they'll come around in a year or two Made you hustle gang, let you in the family Said I'll get you rich you said you want a grammy Showed you how to mix the acting biz wit Cali Doing one sixty wit me he ain panic Call me yesterday, I say lil bruh whatz happenin Workin wit Pharrell chillin in Miami All you said was run it, book the flight I'm coming befo I leave doe I gotta handle sumthing I just said ok, I hung up the phone Couple hours later, Damn my nigga gone You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You was spose to make it You suppose to make it You suppose to make it You suppose to make it With that blazing, my brother gone Suppose to be a living legend Have that n***a since you home Bu when w see that guy we gonna chill like on sky All the? That you lke and lied ‘em up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up You suppose to make it You suppose to make it You suppose to make it Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up Lighters up, lighters up (Thanks to Cee Jackson for these lyrics) From Letras Mania