Light Em Up (RIP Doe B)

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment

Erybody going deeper to the dark

Point of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord

Hatred in the heart

Poison ? a nigga use to play and 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 rather die then see you live fly

Crabs in a 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 '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

Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up

You know when I met you, sitting in 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, swingin' hard

Reppin' role tide Alabama

You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him

Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'

Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even feel it

At your video, I could feel the ?

We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside

Start to look at 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 the lil dude"

Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude,

They'll come around in a year or two

Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family

Said "I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy"

Showed you how to mix the Actavis

Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic

Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?

Working with Pharell, chillin' 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 hours 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

Supposed 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 4th of July

And light him up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

Lighters up, lighters up

You was supposed to make it

You was supposed to make it

Lighters up, lighters up

Get your lighters up, lighters up