Z-Ro, Billy Brasco - What It Look Like lyrics

Don't forget the drank and the weed nigga
Not so much on the hoes
But really the weed though for real

If you think that Bentley means I made it
Then you sadly mistaken
That's just the money I saved up
Another chance I was taking
So many more hustles besides rapping
My ass is Jamaican
Told y'all life was aiight
When the money came, truth is I was faking
I can't remember the last fifteen years
It's a cloud of kush smoke
Port 180 and Port 12
Prescriptions for some good dope
Sued for this and sued for that
I made it up out my hood though
I don't feel I'm really appreciated
Unless I'm in my hood though truth is
All them niggas might hate
Me like a mo'fucker truth is
Sometimes I even hate me like a mo'fucker
Cause no matter how far I get
Away from the hating
Either it's fifteen minutes away from me
Or it's right in my face
When the fuck a stranger
Show you more respect
Than the person you lay down with
Trying to tell the person you lay down with
I hope you drown bitch
When you see me without my jewelry on
In one of them foreign whips
I'm never ever smiling
Cause, I never ever learned how
To enjoy this shit

I know what it look like
I'm on top and it's all good truth is
I'm fifteen minutes from living
Back in the hood i know what it look like
I don't have a care in this world
Shit but I'm sick to my stomach
From worry I just might hurl
I know what it look like
I'm just having a good time
Can't concentrate on the money
Cause I'm losing my mind
I know what it look like
I'm the man of steel
God done already let me know
I'm just a man for real

Now every time you see me
It look like I'm balling brah
But, you don't see my pain mayn
And the problems I got piling up
I got police on my dick
Now I gotta keep my antennas up
But, I'ma keep getting rich
That's prolly why I don't give a fuck
And the streets say they need me
And this cash that I mash for
But these snitch niggas so weak
They telling on they own kin folks
And you gotta watch your family
Cause they could be your worst enemy
And we gon' make it out the hood
If you a real G then it's understood
And I'm steady choking on good
Better yet a lit cigarette
Cause, I can't take this pain mayn
Letting all this stress that's on my neck
And much respect for my homies
That's caught off in the struggle
Keeping that tool for a fuck nigga
Wan' flex his muscle
And you gotta keep hustling head up
And sent two steps
You think that you got it bad
My bro just for two and his kids arrest
Lock my up for my videos
The police say they too real
So when I see em I drop my top
And work my wood wheel
And it's RIP to the Pimp
And much love to that Bun
That's just the life I chose
A trill nigga on the run
And this only for my family son
So when them props come
I'ma be a gangsta bout em
And let my hustle embrace em partna