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