Just read these words breh's. Just read em .......Let em marinate
What is he like?
Live from the city of the three strikes
Offer terrible advice but it seem right
When you're sticking to the script, fukk a rewrite
What it is he like?
Pick a tail, shoot a box, catch a chief flight
He got married to the game, he don't need rice
Sold his soul to the streets, he don't need Christ
But what it is he like?
All these rats in this race for a cheese slice
Need to pass on the safe for at least like
Six digits and his nikkas ain't gon' eat right
But what is he like?
Flat broke, got him feeling he don't need life
Split screen, to the left is police lights
To the right, visualizing his dream life
But what is he like?
He gon' have to be willing to leave like
Half his blood on the cross like he Jes' Christ
All the love that he lost, that's a cheap price
But what is he like?
nikkas can't shine like these lights
‘Cause nikkas ain't grind like he right?
But shyt ain't even always what it seem, right?
This MY song.
Still tripping how threw in Geez Christ
Very dope album, too
Stalley goofball ass need 2 link with Rashad again and stop making trap music