歌曲 | Make It in Life |
歌手 | Group Home |
专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
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 |
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 |