What It Be Like Lyrics - Ohio - Stalley

Wha 

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 

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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 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 

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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 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?