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  • 作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath
    Chorus 2x:lil dap & agallah
    As the **** 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 ***** 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 ******, cuz we just can't wait
    36 months left till the year 2g
    I've granated with my ****** 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 **** burns kid i'mma make in in life
    As the **** 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
    ***** 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 *****, 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 ******, is always caught john blaze
    Contemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistake
    Yo i come to your wake, with 5 ****** 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 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 **** burns kid i'mma make it in life
    As the **** burns kid i'mma make it in life
  • 作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath
    Chorus 2x:lil dap & agallah
    As the **** 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 ***** 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 ******, cuz we just can't wait
    36 months left till the year 2g
    I've granated with my ****** 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 **** burns kid i'mma make in in life
    As the **** 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
    ***** 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 *****, 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 ******, is always caught john blaze
    Contemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistake
    Yo i come to your wake, with 5 ****** 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 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 **** burns kid i'mma make it in life
    As the **** burns kid i'mma make it in life