Make it in Life

Chorus 2X: Lil Dap & Agallah<br><br>As the weed burn kid, I`mma make it in life<br>Am I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?<br>Do I have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?<br>Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice<br>Going to jail once, going to jail twice<br>A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo<br><br>{Lil Dap}<br>We took time in the ghetto building with O.G.`s<br>To askin me, do we know the code of the streets<br>Walkin the beat, in the hood were it`s all good<br>A Tear For The Ghetto, they don`t wanna be in hood<br>It`s like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise<br>And through my eyes, I can see through these fake ass guys<br>I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug<br>Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love<br>I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above<br>Too deep in the game, can`t concentrate<br>Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of Kuwait<br>Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can`t wait<br>36 months left till the year 2G<br>I`ve granated with my niggas across the land and see<br>Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know<br>Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow<br>Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal<br>Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls<br>What? Channel thru our music and thats all we know<br>Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow<br>Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal<br>Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls<br><br>Chorus<br><br>As the weed burns kid I`mma make in in life<br>As the weed burns kid I`mma make in in life<br><br>Interlude:<br>Why are we doing this?<br>Because the families have no love<br><br>{Agallah}<br>At the city, crime found dead eight o`clock sharp<br>Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp<br>Cannot get saved from the heart, and I`mma bring this art<br>Like an exhibit in Greenwich Village nigga, Agallah Mozart<br>Rock shots to block and drive the Benz slow start<br>Lyrics keep going when Pose Polebar<br>I`m just a soldier, man, I`mma go far<br>Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god<br>Comin at me with crowbars, when I`m comin out of 4 cars<br>Fillin so many maggots in me, Corleone tron<br>Puerto Rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar<br>My whole clique, G.I. Joe, y`all are Cobra<br>Stay fake niggas, is always caught John Blaze<br>Contemplate, moves of Agallah 8, make a mistake<br>Yo I come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas<br>Yo, your clip insert banana arm<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>{Melachi The Nutcracker}<br>Just to make it in life, I used be livin trife<br>To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife<br>And that`s word, to my fam 183rd<br>Yo A-Mob, and fuck what you heard<br>The Battle Cat is back, but I`m no longer 16<br>I`m down with Dap and we don`t shine we gleem<br>The Group Home team is tight like old slacks<br>Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back<br>You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act<br>I wan`t more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat<br>Is the black man qualified to make it in life?<br>Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes<br>I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat<br>To make my mission complete<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>As the weed burns kid I`mma make it in life<br>As the weed burns kid I`mma make it in life