Like That - Styles P

Zoned like the Twilight

8 mill a bid, niggas that live the high life

All of my niggas fly right

Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?

Why you lookin' at the skyline

Mad high, you probly readin' the high times

The room dark but my 9 shine

The room dark but my mind shine

Something like the cat, yea you better kill me 9 times

I smoke loud but I’m on the hush

Weed ain’t coke but I get a rush

Never gon' give it up, only gon' live it up

You ain’t got to touch me, you can feel the pain

You could close your eyes, still see the pain

Every couple of minutes I’m lightin' up the weed again

Breathing in, breathing out

Goin through some bullshit, weeded out

Sittin' on the couch mad high with my Nina out

Right path, wrong shoes

A pawn could kill a king but the king could kill a pawn too

Pray to God that you do what you’re born to

NBA shit, no 3, take the long 2

Try to figure what you belong to

A lot of niggas rhyme, me, I smoke and make song food

I’m in the zone that you never saw

Family over everything, or what you getting cedar for?

Fuck boy, grimy shit is what you get, deaded for

Talking to the pigs is what you get beheaded for

Up in the spot, niggas is high like that

Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that

Anybody could die, it’s live like that

Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that

Up in the spot, niggas is high like that

Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that

Anybody could die, it’s live like that

Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that

Smoke to til I’m dozin', weed keep me warm cuz I’m frozen

What if the chosen one wasn’t chosen?

If everything was golden like silence

You wouldn’t talk shit, and we wouldn’t have violence

Salute to the stylish, styles that I’m stylin'

Always on the move like the meter that clock mileage

High like the pilot, deadly like a virus

Talkin G shit, I’mma look you in the iris

Smoking on that loud pack, everything is quiet though

Starin at the skyline, shit is lookin' brighter though

Caught up in my web but you ain’t see the spider though

I ain’t got a silencer, pillow or a Idaho

What nigga?

Up in the spot, niggas is high like that

Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that

Anybody could die, it’s live like that

Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that

Up in the spot, niggas is high like that

Out on the strip, nigga are ridin like that

Anybody could die, it’s live like that

Hustle for stacks, nigga survive like that

Zoned like the Twilight

8 mill a bid, niggas that live the highlife

All of my niggas fly right

Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?