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lirik lagu stalley - what it be like

[produced by david d.a. doman]

[hook: stalley]
what it be like?
n-ggas 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-gga act up, got the piece right
on the small of my back tucked for these nights
speeding through the city under street lights

[verse 1: stalley]
what it be like?
michael jordan 3’s or the three stripes
got your hatin’ -ss n-ggas in police lights
only mess with og’s, hoes be the freak type
only shoot cr-ps, 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-gga slanging bean pies
how you do that? well it’s easy though
i just let them watch like a tv show
and this bad fox with 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

[hook: stalley]

[verse 2: stalley]
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-gga 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-gga 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

[hook: stalley]

[verse 3: nipsey hussle]
what it ‘c’ like?
live from the city of the three strikes
offer terrible advice but it seem right
when you’re sticking to the script, f-ck a rewrite (right)
what it ‘c’ 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 ‘c’ like?
all these rats in this race for a cheese slice
need to p-ss on the safe for at least like
six digits and his n-ggas ain’t gon’ eat right (right, right)
but what it ‘c’ 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 ‘c’ 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 ‘c’ like?
n-ggas can’t shine like these lights
‘cause n-ggas ain’t grind like [?] right
but sh-t ain’t even always what it seem, right?

[hook: stalley]

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