Tayyib Ali - Like Dat Pt. 2 lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Picture this, picture this
It's like that
Keystone state if mind
I swear to God I'm doin' fine
Picture this
(Verse)
Life in the reign, ridin' in the Range
No place to go, just hope
Gas tank half full, although my stomach is empty
I hit the light, make a right on Tempth Street
Livin' in the ghetto where the Devil's class meddle
All my life, I must be special
Neighborhoods, they clockin'
Fo' sure these niggas hatin'
I steal the payment with the killas who was slangin'
And it was 1992 when my birth took place
We partied the same ways but we walked different ways
She from France, I'm from the States
She said wine, I said ace and we rolled the blunts
Where I'm from the ? and I'll smoke J's
Dro to the face, baby smoke till ya high
It ain't about the age, it's all about how you sip
And I don't care bout yo clique, these niggas know I'm the shit
Still don't care bout my ways, I don't eva wanna change
And my PA niggas, they be on the same thing
Make a million in the game, I spent it in a day
Just fo' all em broke times we was livin' in the rain
Versace for my frames, after seven roll j's
Grind hard - that's the game, get money, stay in yo lane
But holla at the man, right now I'm in the plane
By the time you look up I done already landed
Flows on demand, contacts like a hand smoke
Gonna be a legend, still in touch with my fans, tho
Hella king that went kickin', pimpin' with my clan, yo
These Rappers claim to be different, but they don't understand dope
(Hook)
Don't know what today is, but I'mma make it
And we won't eva have to worry again
Don't know what today is, but I'mma make it
And we won't eva have to worry again
It's like that
Uh, and we gon' make it like that
Uh, and we gon' make it like that
Yeah, and we gon' make it like that
(Verse 2)
Uh, in ninth grade was that nigga fo' real
I had bars, still got bars and I ain't go to class at all
And when I did, I would just sleep
Depression got me feelin' under pressure
Low key fo' weeks, my soul feed the streets
So fo' G's I preach, cold heat, the murderers is outside
Drive by, runnin' the 7th, I'm gettin' high
No time for a lame nigga (what?) the same niggas
I used to cop my map, I watch my back
Wonder why I grind like this, get guap like that
Young'n always had hands, but I got my strap
And if ya disrespect me then my niggas right at ya
I'm a dream chaser, fiend chasin' the high
Every time a nigga step outside
All these Philly blocks, you see the dawgs that is sellin' rocks
Lay low or you might get shot
(Hook)
It's like that
(Like that like that like that)
(Like that like that like that)
(Like that like that like that)
(Like that like that like that)
