Stalley – What I Like (New Wave Album)


All this yellow on my neck Chuck E. Cheese bright
And this long fox, drag it down to the flo’
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?
What it be like?
Michael Jordan 3’s or the three stripes
Speeding through the city under street lights
He gon’ have to be willing to leave life
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?
Speeding through the city under street lights
Offer terrible advice but it seem right
What it see like?
Split screen, to the left is police lights
What it be like?

I got my team on my neck, it’s loyalty and respect
Niggas can’t shine like these lights
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
He got married to the game, he don’t need rice
How you do that? Well it’s easy though
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
All these other fake crews get the green light
Only shoot craps, don’t do the three dice
If a nigga trying to stop it, then I swing knife
What it see like?
Cheese bright All this yellow on my neck Chuck E.

And this bad foxwith me and she speaking fo’
Trying to touch what I’m earning
Life’s a dream, stack my cream to Akeem height
Speeding through the city under street lights
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
Cheese bright All this yellow on my neck Chuck E.
Sold his soul to the streets, he don’t need Christ (right, right)
What it be like?
Outwork a nigga till it’s clock time

All the love that he lost, that’s a cheap price (right, right)
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
Stay with the paper like a nigga slanging bean pies
But what it see like?
See, I’m bout mine
I’m a pimp, yeah I speak the code
Get yours, don’t clock mine
Rose petals when I step, live the king life, sweet life
I be highed up but I keep it low
But the prettiest watch can’t even stop time
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
What it be like?
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?

Dope boy, dope style, no miles on his ho
If a nigga act up, got the piece right
When you’re sticking to the script, fuck a rewrite (right)
Live from the city of the three strikes
Left, right, put him at a halt like a stop light
Candy Jack, could you please stuff my peace pipe?
Speeding through the city under street lights
But what it see like?
I’m at the jeweller, all gold, clock bomb
Six digits and his niggas ain’t gon’ eat right (right, right)
Need to pass on the safe for at least like
Only mess with OG’s, hoes be the freak type
Chunks of gold on my neck, so Akeem like
To the right, visualizing his dream life (right, right)

BCG, we supreme team like
What it be like?
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
Flat broke, got him feeling he don’t need life
Profound, profound tires on the Beamer yo

What it be like?

What it be like?
And we Vegas, Mayweather ring side
What it see like?
Niggas ain’t fly like me like
Half his blood on the cross like he Jes’ Christ
What it be like?
But what it see like?
What it be like?
Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight

Matter fact, stop life
What it be like?
Cheese bright All this yellow on my neck Chuck E.
But shit ain’t even always what it seem, right?
I just let them watch like a TV show
If a nigga act up, got the piece right

Then I’m clutching the burner and I’ma pop mine
Got your hatin’ ass niggas in police lights
On the small of my back tucked for these nights
On the small of my back tucked for these nights

All these rats in this race for a cheese slice
‘Cause niggas ain’t grind like [?] right
Got 100K large in my Levi’s