J.I the Prince of N.Y - What It's Like Lyrics

(Cor-cor-cormill)
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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 laces tied, I'm not gon' trip cuz (oh)
I'm still around, they can't be found, 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 expect it still
Even if I make it out them trenches, 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 to 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 a 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 was '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 got left at
Murder, murder, 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 steppin' to '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 a 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 a phone call and drop to the ground, you don't know what it's like (yeah, yeah)
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