What It Be Like

[Chorus: Stalley] Huh, 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, what, 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 streetlights [Verse 1: Stalley] What, what it be like? Michael Jordan 3’s or the three stripes Dodging hatin’ ass niggas and 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 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 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... Profile profound tires on the Beamer Yo dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho [Chorus: Stalley] Huh, 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, what, 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 streetlights [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 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 about 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 [Chorus: Stalley] Huh, 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, what, 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 streetlights [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] What, what it 'C' like? Live from the city of the three strikes Offer terrible advice but it seemed right When you’re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite (Right, right) What it 'C' like? Pick a town, 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 'C' 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 '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) But 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? Niggas can’t shine like these lights ‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like [?], right? But shit ain’t even always what it seem, right, right? [Chrous: Stalley + Nipsey Hussle] Huh, what it be like? (Look) 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, what, 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 streetlights What it be like? What it 'C' like? What it be like?