[Chorus: Stalley]
Huh, what it be like?
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a 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?
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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?
N***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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?
N***as can’t shine like these lights
‘Cause n***as 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)
N***as 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 n***a 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?