Light Em Up (RIP Doe B) Songtext

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

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)