Ajani Jones, Curtis Roach, BoatHouse and Closed Sessions - What It Do, What It Be Like

Not a fighter
But I'm ready to fight
Next person to say some slick shit
It's really on sight

Like I opened my eyes
And saw the light
Bright and and early
They scary I make em scurry

Taking shots
Like I'm curry
I wonder if steph curry
Getting tired of his name
Being used in same damn Bars
shit is lame

Do we have time to change
Or have room for the growth
The stress is up to my neck
And I feel it clogging my throat

I can't breathe
I just wanna be
How can I succeed
If I don't really feel free.

I just want peace
And some me time
Roll a blunt in the meantime
Watch my blood like im T boz

View the world with my 3 eyes
What's it do what it be like
What's it do what it be like
What it is what it aint

my life
a display of the black love in the home
used to walk past the gas station flooded with stones
the foes roll through the back street
they pop off
i be worried about my family
but momma tell to knock off the foolery
i guess my thoughts surge
from the worth of my words
the death the purge in the poor roads
my brother learning bout these things from a screen
and they cut deep like zorro
i just hope y'all age like y'all bordeaux
we got like four doors
and decisions i made off an instant i fade
and put the rest in the grace that y'all holding me down
but i moved on from that place as a sign of my faith
i took that risk to be a great so what's holding me now

Written by:
AIDAN SIGEL-BRUSE, CURTIS ROACH, FREDERICK JONES, PIM S DE JONGE

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Cloud9

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