Styles P - Like That lyrics

[All Verses: Styles P] Zoned like the Twilight 8 mill a bid, n***as that live the high life All of my n***as 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 k** 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 bullsh**, weeded out Sittin' on the couch mad high with my Nina out Right path, wrong shoes A pawn could k** a king but the king could k** a pawn too Pray to God that you do what you're born to NBA sh**, no 3, take the long 2 Try to figure what you belong to A lot of n***as 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? f** boy, grimy sh** is what you get, deaded for Talking to the pigs is what you get beheaded for Up in the spot, n***as is high like that Out on the strip, n***a are ridin like that Anybody could die, it's live like that Hustle for stacks, n***a survive like that Up in the spot, n***as is high like that Out on the strip, n***a are ridin like that Anybody could die, it's live like that Hustle for stacks, n***a 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 sh**, 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 sh**, I'mma look you in the iris Smoking on that loud pack, everything is quiet though Starin at the skyline, sh** 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 n***a? Up in the spot, n***as is high like that Out on the strip, n***a are ridin like that Anybody could die, it's live like that Hustle for stacks, n***a survive like that Up in the spot, n***as is high like that Out on the strip, n***a are ridin like that Anybody could die, it's live like that Hustle for stacks, n***a survive like that Zoned like the Twilight 8 mill a bid, n***as that live the highlife All of my n***as fly right Whutchu know about staring out the skylight?