Pak-Man, Shaker The Baker - What's Your Life Like lyrics

Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right
Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right

Street legend, I'm still on road active
Have you ever seen seven? I
Ain't talking no Brad Pitt
Been through mad bricks, a roach on cab trips
Five pound Lyca
I can make the whole pack flip
Keys fly on the East sidе for us
We don't buy white that can't cook
Next stop Wеst blocks, reason with my bro
I just sold five O's, fuck all the 5-0
Boy shut your pie hole
You've never bought a pie home
I had my pack stashed round the
Corner from the line though
You can see my ice glow, VS Pisces stones
No demolition man but I've
Been frozen like Stallone
Big face Rollie with the gold dial
That's our profile, you ain't got no style
Winner but I took a few losses like Iron Mike
All my bruddas flying birds
We ain't flying kites

Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right
Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right

I'll tell you what my life is like
Harder than a nine of light
On the front line at night
Dots on me like a dice shine flowing
Got the line blowing like dynamite
Call me Bruce Forsyth cah the price is right
Think my life is nice but my life is hell
I ain't happy like Pharrell
Wake up and light a L
Get my line and scales
Text all the clientele buy and sell
Decent sized white girl like Adele
I ain't got time to dwell cause I get dough
Pocket full of money anywhere that
Me and Jet go brother from another mother
Something like a step bro
Chilling on the thirty-ninth floor
Sipping XO then I'm back round the bit's
Fat sour spliff
I had to tell friends "Bill a
Zoot and allow the sniff"
Make profit all day, stack tower chips
Twenty-four a trap hour shift
Jack Bauer shit

Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right
Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right

I'm more than just a good rapper
I push zakka, fly birds like the Luftwaffe
6210 that I trap on
Put the crack on the pavement and crack on
Birds into Z's, swerving the feds
And them fuckboys still wanna murder me dead
Should've bought a Stoney, burgundy red
And a Rollie but I bought burners instead
I need bricks like I'm building
Big bad Pak in the building
My money long, I can buy the building
I was on the Eurostar, eight for a Euro star
Blowing all this money up in Paris
Could've bought a car bad bitch on me
Wanna ride me like the Tour de France
I be selling Z's for fifteen
Like it's quarter past
Tryna source a brick clean for a forty large
Offshore with an Offshore, that's an Audemars

Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right
Tell me what's your life like?
All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites
Really out here on the curb round my sides
Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right