Chorus 2x: lil dap & agallah



As the weed burn kid, i'mma make it in life

Am 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 ice

Going to jail once, going to jail twice

A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo



{lil dap}

We took time in the ghetto building with o.g.'s

To askin me, do we know the code of the streets

Walkin the beat, in the hood were it's all good

A tear for the ghetto, they don't wanna be in hood

It's like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise

And through my eyes, i can see through these fake ass guys

I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug

Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love

I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above

Too deep in the game, can't concentrate

Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of kuwait

Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can't wait

36 months left till the year 2g

I've granated with my niggas across the land and see

Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know

Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow

Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal

Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls

What? channel thru our music and thats all we know

Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow

Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal

Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls



Chorus



As the weed burns kid i'mma make in in life

As the weed burns kid i'mma make in in life



Interlude:

Why are we doing this?

Because the families have no love



{agallah}

At the city, crime found dead eight o'clock sharp

Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp

Cannot get saved from the heart, and i'mma bring this art

Like an exhibit in greenwich village nigga, agallah mozart

Rock shots to block and drive the benz slow start

Lyrics keep going when pose polebar

I'm just a soldier, man, i'mma go far

Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god

Comin at me with crowbars, when i'm comin out of 4 cars

Fillin so many maggots in me, corleone tron

Puerto rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar

My whole clique, g.i. joe, y'all are cobra

Stay fake niggas, is always caught john blaze

Contemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistake

Yo i come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas

Yo, your clip insert banana arm



Chorus 2x



{melachi the nutcracker}

Just to make it in life, i used be livin trife

To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife

And that's word, to my fam 183rd

Yo a-mob, and fuck what you heard

The battle cat is back, but i'm no longer 16

I'm down with dap and we don't shine we gleem

The group home team is tight like old slacks

Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back

You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act

I wan't more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat

Is the black man qualified to make it in life?

Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes

I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat

To make my mission complete



Chorus 2x



As the weed burns kid i'mma make it in life

As the weed burns kid i'mma make it in life


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