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