Freestyle (Your The One That Made Me Make It Through) (Big Lee Records)

[Intro: Slums, Joe Grind]
Yeah, it's some Big Lee Records
You  know what I'm trying to do
Crumbs
Freestyle
Bless Beats
Listen  up

[Verse 1: Slums]
The  first time I met you
I think I used you to buy some sweets
Now  I'm using you to buy my heats
And I need you to eat [?], stay by my side
On these greazy streets, 'cause niggas arrive
And I need you to vest me up
And  I need you to put shells in my guns so they sit in a gut
They wanna take you away
Because they need you too, but I do too
That's why I do what I do
So pack your bags if you wanna go
But I know you wanna stay
I flick crack, watch you stack day by day
Red notes and red notes
Who knows where this could go?
I'm on the road, you on the road
We don't stop, now you wanna roll on me?
We usually a team, but now you wanna put holes in me?
Because you walking with chase and, I got more so
You turned to hate and
The more you hate, the more I make
The more I make the more you hate
Only gon' leave the death beds from the .38
That's your bed spread until you reach the pearly gates

[Chorus]
You got my mind right
'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right
Now I'm in this limelight
I had hard days too
You're the one who made me make it through
You got my mind right
'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right
Now I'm in this limelight
I had hard days too
You're the one who made me make it through

[Verse 2]
And there's all types of names for you
Money, paper, skrilla, cakes, bread, P's, cheese
Niggas is squeeze for you
Now I worship you, I can work with you
Can you work with me?
And I ain't got a ice ring to put on your hand
But I got elastic bands to hold you tight in grams
I hold you tight on your hand
I'm your man for life
And I got the right plans
So til death do us part
I won't need you when death does its part
Played the part, I love this path
And I don't care what you did in your past
You made the blocks get hot for you
Make niggas get shot for you
Made some snitch, wouldn't go on lock for you
But not me, I ride and die for you
Sit in court and lie for you
And if they not convinced, I ride the time for you
These niggas slipping if they ain't got time for you
You made friends turn to enemy
But it don't [?] to me
Just give me enough [?] sentence please

[Chorus]
You got my mind right
'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right
Now I'm in this limelight
I had hard days too
You're the one who made me make it through
You got my mind right
'Cause of you they said I got my diamd's right
Now I'm in this limelight
I had hard days too
You're the one who made me make it through

[Outro: Slums, Joe Grind]
That's right
All these fucking niggas out there
Get your paper up
[?] bang bang [?] stacking chips (Look out for the Big Lee mixtape, coming soon)
Feel me?
I'm 'bout that fucking dough
I stay on the grind
Shout out to Trim, Boom, Shamer
Stay hustling