Agallah, Group Home - Make it in Life lyrics

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

We took time in the
Ghetto building with OG's to askin me
Do we know the code of the streets
Walkin the beat
In the hood where 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 from 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 from 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

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

Why are we doing this?
Because the families have no love

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 Po's say pull over
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, GI 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

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 on 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
Off the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back
You get caught up in my trap
And see that this is no act
I wan't more than a small stack
Move against me and fall 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

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