Make It In Life Lyrics - Singles - The Group Home

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, 'cause 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, 'cause 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