Pi’erre Bourne
What You Make It
[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
Life is what you make it
Talk some money
Ain't no face-to-face-ing
Hand-in-hand and I was trappin' grams
Out my Nana basement
Bad bitches throwin' temper tantrums
Got 'em in the matrix
Suckin' dick without no hands
Bitch was innovative
My old head pulled the Phantom out
Then he brought the Wraith in
Hit his ass with that RICO Act
He sat there in amazement
I flew out, landed Teterboro ?
? side with blunts 'a blazin'
Fuck opps, yo, give P the roll
You know how we playin'

[Verse 1]
Fuck opps
Make 'em duck shots
Duck duck goose
No raindrop, this a drop top, CL
Cookin' hard shit in apartments
Who the fuck's you?
Life's great
You a cheapskate
And my bucks blue
Funny money had to hold my tummy
'Cause this shit amusin'
Real n***a on and off the mic
Go ahead and turn up the music
I'on like no tinted windows, pussy
You can see right through it
I won't let them hoes use me
Fake love I see right through it
[Chorus]
Life is what you make it
Talk some money
Ain't no face-to-face-ing
Hand-in-hand and I was trappin' grams
Out my Nana basement
Bad bitches throwin' temper tantrums
Got 'em in the matrix
Suckin' dick without no hands
Bitch was innovative
My old head pulled the Phantom out
Then he brought the Wraith in
Hit his ass with that RICO Act
He sat there in amazement
I flew out, landed Teterboro ?
? side with blunts 'a blazin'
Fuck opps, yo, give P the roll
You know how we playin'

[Verse 2]
I got a few screws loose with me
That's a new new
Don't front
Turn the block boy
Imma shooter (shoot)
? these
Got a porter steak
What you order babe?
Left the spot
Had to call the play
Talkin' nine piece
Warrant out in two counties
They tryna find me
Mad I missed my court dates (shit)
They should remind me (pss)
I ain't keepin' peace
N***a, I ain't Gandhi
Send some shots to your face
Let your mind bleed
[Chorus]
Life is what you make it
Talk some money
Ain't no face-to-face-ing
Hand-in-hand and I was trappin' grams
Out my Nana basement
Bad bitches throwin' temper tantrums
Got 'em in the matrix
Suckin' dick without no hands
Bitch was innovative
My old head pulled the Phantom out
Then he brought the Wraith in
Hit his ass with that RICO Act
He sat there in amazement
I flew out, landed Teterboro ?
? side with blunts 'a blazin'
Fuck opps, yo, give P the roll
You know how we playin'