Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It's Like, artist - J.I the Prince of N.Y.
Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What It's Like |
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
Uh, uh |
Let me talk my shit |
My closest brother changed on me over a bitch (Oh-oh) |
My other brother changed on me over a nick (Oh) |
I’m not gon' cry, my lace is tied, I’m not gon' trip cuz (Oh) |
I’m still around, they can’t be family, ain’t that some shit? |
(Oh) |
Ain’t that some shit? |
I done seen some shit |
If I cut you off it’s probably 'cause I peeped some shit (Oh, oh) |
I can’t plead the fifth, I can’t please no bitch (Oh) |
Lost too much motivation, I feel like I wanna quit |
You don’t know how rejection feel |
They mad 'cause I kept it real |
I don’t care if you like it or you don’t, you gotta respect it still |
Know they not gon' do what they say they gon' do but I expct it still |
Even if I make it out them trnches, I’ma rep it still |
Everything I did was on my own, without a record deal |
And they disrespect me still, the disrespect is real |
And I’m not gon' waste my time on hate, when I could get you killed |
I still ain’t changed on none of my niggas and I never will (Oh) |
I’m on my own, still holdin' it down, you don’t know what it’s like (Yeah, yeah) |
Get one phone call and drop to the ground, you don’t know what it’s like (Woah, |
ooh-woah) |
They said my bro not gon' be around, you don’t know what it’s like (No, woah) |
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like (No, oh woah) |
His mother hittin' up his phone but he ain’t pickin' up (He ain’t pickin' up) |
You 'posed to be my bro but you keep switchin' up |
Yes, we know where his trap at |
Fuck around and stick it up |
I used to get laughed at |
Funny how I’m rich as fuck (Rich as fuck) |
Put this pressure on me (Hmm, hmm) |
Why you wanna put this pressure on me? |
I don’t put pressure on you |
Don’t put no pressure on me (Don't put no pressure on me) |
(Oh, oh-oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh) |
It’s three to one, we just killed your dawg so what’s the get back? |
I don’t fear no one |
Might just spin the block, where he get left at |
Murder, muder |
Pothole filled with blood, watch where you step at |
Try to take me out my glow before I reach it, I can’t let that |
They like, «J.I., why you preach about the same shit?» |
Pistol by my side but I sleep with her like my main bitch |
Took your broski out the picture, we ain’t seen him in a frame since |
I just caught a body, I can’t tell you how my day went |
And all these dead bodies, down the block, you smell the fragrance |
Run up on me, I’ma show you, why they call me dangerous (Yeah, yeah) |
So watch who you step into 'cause this shit could get technical |
You ain’t live this life, you don’t know what it’s like, I can’t expect you to |
I’m on my own, still holdin' it down, you don’t know what it’s like (Yeah, yeah) |
Get one phone call and drop to the ground, you don’t know what it’s like (Woah, |
ooh-woah) |
They said my bro not gon' be around, you don’t know what it’s like (No, woah) |
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like (No, oh woah) |
I’m on my own, still holdin' it down, you don’t know what it’s like (Yeah, yeah) |
Get one phone call and drop to the ground, you don’t know what it’s like (Woah, |
ooh-woah) |
They said my bro not gon' be around, you don’t know what it’s like (No, woah) |
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t know what it’s like (No, oh woah) |
Oh, ooh-woah |
Oh, oh-oh |
Yeah |
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh |
Let me talk my shit |