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

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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 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)

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Let me talk my shit