Group Home - Make It In Life Lyrics
Chorus 2x: lil dap & agallahAs the weed burn kid, imma make it in lifeAm I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?Do I have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling iceGoing to jail once, going to jail twiceA nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo{lil dap}We took time in the ghetto building with o.g.sTo askin me, do we know the code of the streetsWalkin the beat, in the hood were its all goodA tear for the ghetto, they dont wanna be in hoodIts like a tear in disguise, decides to get wiseAnd through my eyes, I can see through these fake ass guysI turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thugThrow that ass into the street, show him no more loveI guess these cats have brought reality from the one of aboveToo deep in the game, cant concentrateDroppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of kuwaitMeditatin with my niggas, cuz we just cant wait36 months left till the year 2gIve granated with my niggas across the land and seeBecause we channel thru our music and thats all we knowComin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flowGot to reach the top, got to reach our goalSeparating real brothers from these weak ass soulsWhat? channel thru our music and thats all we knowComin thru the ghetto with that ill type flowGot to reach the top, got to reach our goalSeparating real brothers from these weak ass soulsChorusAs the weed burns kid imma make in in lifeAs the weed burns kid imma make in in lifeInterlude:Why are we doing this?Because the families have no love{agallah}At the city, crime found dead eight oclock sharpNigga get murdered, right by the string of a harpCannot get saved from the heart, and imma bring this artLike an exhibit in greenwich village nigga, agallah mozartRock shots to block and drive the benz slow startLyrics keep going when pose polebarIm just a soldier, man, imma go farSome of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know godComin at me with crowbars, when Im comin out of 4 carsFillin so many maggots in me, corleone tronPuerto rico my homeland of the man sipping the motarMy whole clique, g.i. joe, yall are cobraStay fake niggas, is always caught john blazeContemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistakeYo I come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanasYo, your clip insert banana armChorus 2x{melachi the nutcracker}Just to make it in life, I used be livin trifeTo be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knifeAnd thats word, to my fam 183rdYo a-mob, and ***** what you heardThe battle cat is back, but Im no longer 16Im down with dap and we dont shine we gleemThe group home team is tight like old slacksOf the meat rack, slappin weak rappers backYou get caught up in my track, and see that this is no actI want more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flatIs the black man qualified to make it in life?Or will he die trying, to earn some stripesI gotta eat, so you will meet your defeatTo make my mission completeChorus 2xAs the weed burns kid imma make it in lifeAs the weed burns kid imma make it in life
