Stalley - What I Like lyrics

What it be like? n***as 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 n***a 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' a** n***as 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 n***a slanging bean pies How you do that? Well it's easy though I just let them watch like a TV show And this bad foxwith me and she speaking fo' And this long fox, 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? n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a till it's clock time Get yours, don't clock mine I'm at the j**eller, all gold, clock bomb But the prettiest watch can't even stop time What it be like? n***as 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 n***a 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, f** 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 pa** on the safe for at least like Six digits and his n***as 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? n***as can't shine like these lights ‘Cause n***as ain't grind like [?] right But sh** ain't even always what it seem, right? What it be like? n***as 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 n***a act up, got the piece right On the small of my back tucked for these nights Speeding through the city under street lights