Make It in Life 歌词
| 歌曲 | Make It in Life |
| 歌手 | Group Home |
| 专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Aguilar, Felder, Heath | |
| 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 amob, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Aguilar, Felder, Heath | |
| 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 amob, 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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