Lyrics
Yeah
It's like this
Many fuck niggas take a piss
Rolling in their shit like a pig
I know it's all Haram in the mix they insist
To talk about the biz
But they ain't bout the shit
I only read the viz for the One Piece crisp
Eatin' on my chips
No dip, no bitch
Calculate the risk, l
Goin' for the kill
So I always hit the rib
And then I fuck yo bitch
I know I sound absurd on a daily
I concur with the feeling
That a nigga like me
Needs to chill with rhythms
Way too many isms
Not too many killings on the mic
That's why I got real niggas rapping by my side
Boom bap hype
Pull up with the vibes, alright
It's like that y'all
It's like this
It's like this
Yeah
Yeah
I juggle many flows
It goes a long way before you be a pro
They wanna be me
But I'm sorry I'm too cold
And I don't got ice
My drip is in my soul
It's bout the way I talk
I know a couple ladies that get excited to see me
When I pull up to the show
Cause Underworra dope
And some don't wanna see me be at the top of the city
All they do is fuckin' post
Someone throw a rope
Depression for the mind is like
A little child who don't know the fuck is wrong
I'm feeling very low, sometimes
And I don't flow
The way I fuckin' wrote these lines
Am I at fault
For being too slow, sometimes
And I feel old
The planet be collapsing in front my eyes
And I don't know
If Earth turns to stone
Or if Jupiter is home
It's like this
It's like that, It's like that, It's like this
It's like that, It's like that, It's like this
If I leave it will I ever really miss
I could really fuckin' do without the kiss
And the bullshit ever since
I know that you knew better
And you told me I'm convinced
Stuck in the present but I like to reminisce
They called it rain but they really took the piss
I caught the heat
Responsibilities are coming with the seat
Instrumentals they keep playing in my sleep
And they harass me 'til I lay it on the beat
Like every week
I'm with the boys in the city making noise
It was destiny it never was a choice
I'm in position
Gimme the pass
I'm on the mic and imma surely make it last
Enough with all the bars
Got a story from this little group of ours
One day, I pull up the stu
And everything I do not pulling through
I started feeling down
Cause on the mic my turn was coming right around
Ayo Chakra, you ready
I put my phone down
Then I got a glimpse of what the homies call the sound
Like holy shit
I been wanting to do this since we was kids
I remember we were sitting on the grass
Listening to beats and we were ditching our class
I remember we were sitting at the crib
Running up the FIFA play and that nigga from the six
It's like this
WRITERS
Ian Masozera, Jean Teupel
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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