What it Sound Like Lyrics

I'm trying to paint a picture

On the newest of levels

Ain't no time for games gotta share

My truest endeavors

This is the form I relegate to

The world penetrate you and

Put you down

What you do with some pebbles

Our daily bread given in form faction

We eat the content and long captions

If we speaking now it's the

Wrong action

I'm dropping some real spit

And watching the song traction

Head hands and eyes

We advancing guys

Yea we the beautiful ones

Headbands and ties

We make a way up out of nothin

When chance denies

Any plans devised

Know we can survive

Never fall evicted

From thes laws depicted

A room full of pain looking like

Wars addicted

I mad it to the big gates

But that's as far as I kicked it

I brought some lines back

Never theese bars predicted

A perfect story that's lacking relief

World steady packing with grief

Trying to keep that thing tucked

Not reacting to beef

I know there's plenty personas

That's out there acting like chiefs

But still

Just picture

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

Right in the middle a trouble man type

Marvin Gaye playing the dock of the bay

Stuffing up a L with green

Like to keep a little variety

I seldom gleen

Might catch me bumping

Kobialka my velvet dream

Now listen, a living legend

Never trail a thing

You witnessing a street story

And these tales are clean

I'm from the rocks straight mixed

And crumbled

Out that city where you might find

Sticks and gumbo

Graduate pick a vice

Don't let the fix succumb you

The bullets fly from the licks

The gun do

They say you gotta be solja from the start

But they never tell you that it's

All mixed with humble

A couple tools ingredients

Tying to be a man

Stuck up in the world where the greedy is

It's no peter pan

They say the ground is fertile

You try to feed a fam

But the land I live ain't the seediest

You could see the land

Just trying to win with a bad hand

The world telling me it ain't bad man

But then I'm the bad man

They turn around go phoning the batman

I wasn't no where around and plus

My home in the badlands

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like

If I could show you this life

This what it sounds like