| [Hook - Stalley:] | |
| What it be like? | |
| Niggas ain’t fly like me like | |
| All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright | |
| Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe? | |
| What it be like? | |
| If a nigga act up, got the piece right | |
| On the small of my back tucked for these nights | |
| Speeding through the city under street lights | |
| [Verse 1 - Stalley:] | |
| What it be like? | |
| Michael Jordan 3’s or the three stripes | |
| Got your hatin’ ass niggas in police lights | |
| Only mess with OG’s, hoes be the freak type | |
| Only shoot craps, don’t do the three dice | |
| And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side | |
| Got 100K large in my Levi’s | |
| Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies | |
| How you do that? Well it’s easy though | |
| I just let them watch like a TV show | |
| And it’s [?] with me and she speaking fo’ | |
| And it’s [?], drag it down to the flo’ | |
| I’m a pimp, yeah I speak the code | |
| I be highed up but I keep it low | |
| Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo | |
| Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho | |
| [Hook - Stalley] | |
| [Verse 2 - Stalley:] | |
| What it be like? | |
| BCG, we supreme team like | |
| All these other fake crews get the green light | |
| Life’s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height | |
| Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like | |
| Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life | |
| If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife | |
| Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light | |
| Matter fact, stop life | |
| Trying to touch what I’m earning | |
| Then I’m clutching the burner and I’ma pop mine | |
| I got my team on my neck, it’s loyalty and respect | |
| See, I’m bout mine | |
| Outwork a nigga till it’s clock time | |
| Get yours, don’t clock mine | |
| I’m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb | |
| But the prettiest watch can’t even stop time | |
| [Hook - Stalley] | |
| [Verse 3 - Nipsey Hussle:] | |
| What it see like? | |
| Live from the city of the three strikes | |
| Offer terrible advice but it seem right | |
| When you’re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite (right) | |
| What it see like? | |
| Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight | |
| He got married to the game, he don’t need rice | |
| Sold his soul to the streets, he don’t need Christ (right, right) | |
| But what it see like? | |
| All these rats in this race for a cheese slice | |
| Need to pass on the safe for at least like | |
| Six digits and his niggas ain’t gon’ eat right (right, right) | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Flat broke, got him feeling he don’t need life | |
| Split screen, to the left is police lights | |
| To the right, visualizing his dream life (right, right) | |
| What it see like? | |
| He gon’ have to be willing to leave life | |
| Half his blood on the cross like he Jes’ Christ | |
| All the love that he lost, that’s a cheap price (right, right) | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Niggas can’t shine like these lights | |
| ‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like [?] right | |
| But shit ain’t even always what it seem, right? | |
| [Hook - Stalley] |
| Hook Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| Niggas ain' t fly like me like | |
| All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright | |
| Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe? | |
| What it be like? | |
| If a nigga act up, got the piece right | |
| On the small of my back tucked for these nights | |
| Speeding through the city under street lights | |
| Verse 1 Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| Michael Jordan 3' s or the three stripes | |
| Got your hatin' ass niggas in police lights | |
| Only mess with OG' s, hoes be the freak type | |
| Only shoot craps, don' t do the three dice | |
| And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side | |
| Got 100K large in my Levi' s | |
| Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies | |
| How you do that? Well it' s easy though | |
| I just let them watch like a TV show | |
| And it' s ? with me and she speaking fo' | |
| And it' s ?, drag it down to the flo' | |
| I' m a pimp, yeah I speak the code | |
| I be highed up but I keep it low | |
| Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo | |
| Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho | |
| Hook Stalley | |
| Verse 2 Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| BCG, we supreme team like | |
| All these other fake crews get the green light | |
| Life' s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height | |
| Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like | |
| Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life | |
| If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife | |
| Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light | |
| Matter fact, stop life | |
| Trying to touch what I' m earning | |
| Then I' m clutching the burner and I' ma pop mine | |
| I got my team on my neck, it' s loyalty and respect | |
| See, I' m bout mine | |
| Outwork a nigga till it' s clock time | |
| Get yours, don' t clock mine | |
| I' m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb | |
| But the prettiest watch can' t even stop time | |
| Hook Stalley | |
| Verse 3 Nipsey Hussle: | |
| What it see like? | |
| Live from the city of the three strikes | |
| Offer terrible advice but it seem right | |
| When you' re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite right | |
| What it see like? | |
| Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight | |
| He got married to the game, he don' t need rice | |
| Sold his soul to the streets, he don' t need Christ right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| All these rats in this race for a cheese slice | |
| Need to pass on the safe for at least like | |
| Six digits and his niggas ain' t gon' eat right right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Flat broke, got him feeling he don' t need life | |
| Split screen, to the left is police lights | |
| To the right, visualizing his dream life right, right | |
| What it see like? | |
| He gon' have to be willing to leave life | |
| Half his blood on the cross like he Jes' Christ | |
| All the love that he lost, that' s a cheap price right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Niggas can' t shine like these lights | |
| ' Cause niggas ain' t grind like ? right | |
| But shit ain' t even always what it seem, right? | |
| Hook Stalley |
| Hook Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| Niggas ain' t fly like me like | |
| All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright | |
| Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe? | |
| What it be like? | |
| If a nigga act up, got the piece right | |
| On the small of my back tucked for these nights | |
| Speeding through the city under street lights | |
| Verse 1 Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| Michael Jordan 3' s or the three stripes | |
| Got your hatin' ass niggas in police lights | |
| Only mess with OG' s, hoes be the freak type | |
| Only shoot craps, don' t do the three dice | |
| And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side | |
| Got 100K large in my Levi' s | |
| Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies | |
| How you do that? Well it' s easy though | |
| I just let them watch like a TV show | |
| And it' s ? with me and she speaking fo' | |
| And it' s ?, drag it down to the flo' | |
| I' m a pimp, yeah I speak the code | |
| I be highed up but I keep it low | |
| Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo | |
| Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho | |
| Hook Stalley | |
| Verse 2 Stalley: | |
| What it be like? | |
| BCG, we supreme team like | |
| All these other fake crews get the green light | |
| Life' s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height | |
| Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like | |
| Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life | |
| If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife | |
| Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light | |
| Matter fact, stop life | |
| Trying to touch what I' m earning | |
| Then I' m clutching the burner and I' ma pop mine | |
| I got my team on my neck, it' s loyalty and respect | |
| See, I' m bout mine | |
| Outwork a nigga till it' s clock time | |
| Get yours, don' t clock mine | |
| I' m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb | |
| But the prettiest watch can' t even stop time | |
| Hook Stalley | |
| Verse 3 Nipsey Hussle: | |
| What it see like? | |
| Live from the city of the three strikes | |
| Offer terrible advice but it seem right | |
| When you' re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite right | |
| What it see like? | |
| Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight | |
| He got married to the game, he don' t need rice | |
| Sold his soul to the streets, he don' t need Christ right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| All these rats in this race for a cheese slice | |
| Need to pass on the safe for at least like | |
| Six digits and his niggas ain' t gon' eat right right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Flat broke, got him feeling he don' t need life | |
| Split screen, to the left is police lights | |
| To the right, visualizing his dream life right, right | |
| What it see like? | |
| He gon' have to be willing to leave life | |
| Half his blood on the cross like he Jes' Christ | |
| All the love that he lost, that' s a cheap price right, right | |
| But what it see like? | |
| Niggas can' t shine like these lights | |
| ' Cause niggas ain' t grind like ? right | |
| But shit ain' t even always what it seem, right? | |
| Hook Stalley |
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