What It Be Like (feat. Nipsey Hussle)

What it be like

**** 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, what, what it be like

If 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, what it be like

Michael Jordan 3's, or the three stripes

Got your hatin' ass **** 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 ringside

Got 100K large in my Levi's

Stay with the paper like a **** slinging bean pies

How you do that?

Well it's easy though

I just let 'em watch like a TV show

And this bad fox with me and she speaking for

And this long fox, drag it down to the floor

I'm a pimp, yeah I speak the code

I be highed up, but I keep it low

Profile, Profile tires on the Beamer, yo

Dope boy, dope style, no miles on this hoe

What it be like

**** 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, what, what it be like

If 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

B.C.G. 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 **** try to stop it, then I swing knife

Left-right

Put him at a halt like a stoplight

Matter fact, stop life

Try and touch what I'm earnin'

And I'm clutchin' the burner

And I'ma pop mine

I got my team on my neck

It's loyalty and respect

See I'm about mine

Outwork a **** til it's clock time

Get yours, don't clock mine

I'm at the jeweler all gold, clock bomb

But the prettiest watch can't even stop time

What it be like

**** 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, what, what it be like

If 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, 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, right, what it see like

Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a cheap 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 this safe for at least like

Six digits and his **** they gon' eat right

Right, right, 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, but what it see like

He gon' have to be willing to leave like

Half his blood on the cross like he Jesus Christ

All the love that he lost, that's a cheap price

Right, right, but what it see like

**** can't shine like these lights

'Cause **** ain't grind like key, right

But shit ain't even always what it seem, right

What it be like

**** 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, what, what it be like

If 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

What it see like

What it be like