J.I. – What It’s Like Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics What It’s Like – J.I.

My closest brother changed on me over a b**ch
My other brother changed on me over a nick
I’m not gon’ cry, my lace is tied, I’m not gon’ trip cuz
I’m still around, they can’t be family, ain’t that some s**t

Ain’t that some s**t
I done seen some s**t
If I cut you off it’s probably
‘Cause I peeped some s**t
I can’t plead the fifth
I can’t please no b**ch
Lost too much motivation
I feel like I wanna quit

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You don’t know how rejection feel
They mad ’cause I kept it real
I don’t care if you like or you don’t
You gotta respect it still
Know they not gon’ do
They say they gon’ do but I expect it still
Even if I make it out them trenches
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 n**gas
And I never will

I’m on my own, still holdin’ it down
You don’t know what it’s like
Get one phone call and drop to the ground
You don’t know what it’s like
They said my bro not gon’ be around
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like

His mother hittin’ up his phone
But he ain’t pickin’ up
You ‘posed to be my bro
But you keep switchin’ up
Yes, we know where his trap at
F**k around and stick it up
I used to get laughed at
Funny how I’m rich as f**k

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Put this pressure on me
Why you wanna put this pressure on me
I don’t put pressure on you
Don’t put this pressure on me

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 s**t
Pistol by my side
But I sleep with her like my main b**ch
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
So watch who you step into
‘Cause this s**t 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
Get one phone call and drop to the ground
You don’t know what it’s like
They said my bro not gon’ be around
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like
You don’t know what it’s like..②…

➤ Written by CorMill & J.I. the Prince of N.Y
Album: Hood Life Krisis Vol.3
Produced by CorMill
J.I. | 2020

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