What It Look Like Lyrics - The Crown - Z-ro

Don't forget the drank and the weed nigga 

Not so much on the hoes, but really the weed though for real 

If you think that Bentley means I made it, then you sadly mistaken 

That's just the money I saved up, another chance I was taking 

So many more hustles besides rapping, my ass is Jamaican 

Told y'all life was aiight when the money came, truth is I was faking 

I can't remember the last fifteen years, it's a cloud of kush smoke 

Port 180 and Port 12, prescriptions for some good dope 

Sued for this and sued for that, I made it up out my hood though 

I don't feel I'm really appreciated, unless I'm in my hood though 

Truth is, all them niggaz might hate me like a mo'fucker 

Truth is, sometimes I even hate me like a mo'fucker 

Cause no matter how far I get, away from the hating 

Either it's fifteen minutes away from me, or it's right in my face 

When the fuck a stranger show you more respect, than the person you lay down with 

Trying to tell the person you lay down with, I hope you drown bitch 

When you see me without my jewelry on, in one of them foreign whips 

I'm never ever smiling, cause I never ever learned how to enjoy this shit 

I know what it look like, I'm on top and it's all good 

Truth is, I'm fifteen minutes from living back in the hood 

I know what it look like, I don't have a care in this world 

Shit but I'm sick to my stomach, from worry I just might hurl 

I know what it look like, I'm just having a good time 

Can't concentrate on the money, cause I'm losing my mind 

I know what it look like, I'm the man of steel 

God done already let me know, I'm just a man for real 

Related 

27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Now every time you see me, it look like I'm balling brah 

But you don't see my pain mayn, and the problems I got piling up 

I got police on my dick, now I gotta keep my antennas up 

But I'ma keep getting rich, that's prolly why I don't give a fuck 

And the streets say they need me, and this cash that I mash for 

But these snitch niggaz so weak, they telling on they own kin folks 

And you gotta watch your family, cause they could be your worst enemy 

And we gon' make it out the hood, if you a real G then it's understood 

And I'm steady choking on good, better yet a lit cigarette 

Cause I can't take this pain mayn, letting all this stress that's on my neck 

And much respect for my homies, that's caught off in the struggle 

Keeping that tool for a fuck nigga, wan' flex his muscle 

And you gotta keep hustling head up, and sent two steps 

You think that you got it bad, my bro just for two and his kids arrest 

Lock my up for my videos, the police say they too real 

So when I see em I drop my top, and work my wood wheel 

And it's R.I.P. to the Pimp, and much love to that Bun 

That's just the life I chose, a trill nigga on the run 

And this only for my family son, so when them props come 

I'ma be a gangsta bout em, and let my hustle embrace em partna 

Photos