Light 'Em Up (RIP Doe B)
by T.I.

Album: Paperwork (2014)
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  • 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 Writer/s: CLIFFORD HARRIS, EDDIE SMITH III, JESSE JAMAAL RANKINS, JONATHAN DENNARD WELLS, PHARRELL WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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