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What it be like

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

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 100
K 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

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

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

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

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?

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