Stalley - What It Be Like

What It Be Like Lyrics

[Produced by David D.A. Doman]



[Hook: Stalley]

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



[Verse 1: Stalley]

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 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 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



[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, fuck 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 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)

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?



[Hook: Stalley]

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