Testo Like That - Styles P
Testo della canzone Like That (Styles P), tratta dall'album The World's Most Hardest MC Project
Zoned like the Twilight
8 mill a bid, niggas that live the highlife
All of my niggas fly right
Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?
Why you lookin at the skyline
Mad high, you probly readin the high times
The room dark but my 9 shine
The room dark but my mind shine
Something like the cat, yea you better kill me 9 times
I smoke loud but I'm on the hush
Weed ain't coke but I get a rush
Never gon give it up, only gon live it up
You ain't got to touch me, you can feel the pain
You could close your eyes, still see the pain
Every couple of minutes I'm lightin up the weed again
Breathing in, breathing out
Goin through some bullshit, weed it out
Sittin' on the couch mad high with my Nina out
Great path, wrong shoes
A pawn could kill a king but the king could kill a pawn too
Pray to God that you do what you're born to
NBA shit, no 3, take the long 2
Try to figure what you belong to
A lot of niggas rhyme, me I smoke and make song fool
I'm in the zone that you never saw
Family over everything, now what you getting cedar for?
Fuck boy, grimy shit is what you get, deadifull
Talking to the pigs is what you get beheaded for
Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
Anybody could die, it's live like that
Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
Anybody could die, it's live like that
Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
Smoke to endoze it, we keep you warm cuz we're frozen
What if the chosen one wasn't chosen?
If everything was golden like silence
You wouldn't talk shit, and we wouldn't have violence
Salute to the stylish, styles that I'm stylin'
Always on the move like the meter, the clock mileage
High like the pilot, deadly like a virus
Talkin G shit, I'mma look you in the iris
Smoking on that loud pack, everything is quiet though
Starin at the skyline, shit is lookin brighter though
Fought up in my way up but you ain't seen the spider though
I ain't got a silencer, pillow or a Idaho
What nigga?
Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
Anybody could die, it's live like that
Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
Up in the spot, niggas is high like that
Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that
Anybody could die, it's live like that
Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that
Zoned like the Twilight
8 mill a bid, niggas that live the highlife
All of my niggas fly right
Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?
Credits
Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Nathaniel D. Hale, Shamar D. Daugherty, Mischke J. Butler, Steve Anthony Prudholme, Houston Edward Summers, Alonzo E. Jr. Lee, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Jr.
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