[00:00.00] 作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath
[00:09.93]Chorus 2x：lil dap & agallah
[00:10.44]As the shit burn kid, i'mma make it in life
[00:12.90]Am i qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?
[00:15.51]Do i have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?
[00:18.09]Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice
[00:20.61]Going to jail once, going to jail twice
[00:23.25]A bitch sold, 25 to triple life yo
[00:41.10]{lil dap}
[00:41.37]We took time in the ghetto building with o.g.'s
[00:44.37]To askin me, do we know the code of the streets
[00:46.65]Walkin the beat, in the hood were it's all good
[00:49.26]A tear for the ghetto, they don't wanna be in hood
[00:51.90]It's like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise
[00:54.51]And through my eyes, i can see through these fake ass guys
[00:57.12]I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug
[00:59.79]Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love
[01:02.34]I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above
[01:04.98]Too deep in the game, can't concentrate
[01:07.59]Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of kuwait
[01:10.11]Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can't wait
[01:13.47]36 months left till the year 2g
[01:15.51]I've granated with my niggas across the land and see
[01:18.03]Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know
[01:20.61]Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow
[01:23.13]Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
[01:25.83]Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
[01:28.44]What? channel thru our music and thats all we know
[01:31.11]Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow
[01:33.57]Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
[01:36.24]Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
[01:47.10]Chorus
[01:54.57]As the shit burns kid i'mma make it in life
[01:57.18]As the shit burns kid i'mma make it in life
[01:59.73]Interlude:
[02:00.21]Why are we doing this?
[02:01.98]Because the families have no love
[02:05.28]{agallah}
[02:05.49]At the city, crime found dead eight o'clock sharp
[02:07.44]Bitch get murdered, right by the string of a har
[02:10.05]Cannot get saved from the heart, and i'mma bring this art
[02:12.69]Like an exhibit in greenwich village bitch, agallah mozart
[02:15.66]Rock shots to block and drive the benz slow start
[02:18.30]Lyrics keep going when pose polebar
[02:20.94]I'm just a soldier, man, i'mma go far
[02:23.46]Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god
[02:26.25]Comin at me with crowbars, when i'm comin out of 4 cars
[02:28.83]Fillin so many maggots in me, corleone tron
[02:31.29]Puerto rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar
[02:33.87]My whole clique, g.i. joe, y'all are cobra
[02:36.51]Stay fake niggas, is always caught john blaze
[02:38.97]Contemplate, moves of agallah 8, make a mistake
[02:41.55]Yo i come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandana
[02:44.73]Yo, your clip insert banana arm
[03:10.56]Chorus 2x
[03:11.97]{melachi the nutcracker}
[03:17.97]Just to make it in life, i used be livin trife
[03:20.49]To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife
[03:23.16]And that's word, to my fam 183rd
[03:25.80]Yo a-mob, and what you heard
[03:28.53]The battle cat is back, but i'm no longer 16
[03:31.29]I'm down with dap and we don't shine we gleem
[03:33.90]The group home team is tight like old slacks
[03:36.42]Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back
[03:38.85]You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act
[03:41.46]I wan't more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat
[03:44.22]Is the black man qualified to make it in life?
[03:46.83]Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes
[03:49.14]I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat
[03:51.81]To make my mission complete
[04:02.73]Chorus 2x
[04:15.93]As the shit burns kid i'mma make it in lif
[04:28.08]As the shit burns kid i'mma make it in lif

作曲 : Aguilar, Felder, Heath
Chorus 2x：lil dap & agallah
As the shit 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 bitch 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 shit burns kid i'mma make it in life
As the shit burns kid i'mma make it 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
Bitch get murdered, right by the string of a har
Cannot get saved from the heart, and i'mma bring this art
Like an exhibit in greenwich village bitch, 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 bandana
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 shit burns kid i'mma make it in lif
As the shit burns kid i'mma make it in lif