Lyrics

[Hook - Pak-Man] Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right [Verse 1 - Pak-Man] Street legend, I'm still on road active Have you ever seen seven? I ain't talking no Brad Pitt Been through mad bricks, a roach on cab trips Five pound Lyca, I can make the whole pack flip Keys fly on the East sidе for us We don't buy white that can't cook Next stop Wеst blocks, reason with my bro I just sold five O's, fuck all the 5-0 Boy shut your pie hole, you've never bought a pie home I had my pack stashed round the corner from the line though You can see my ice glow, VS Pisces stones No demolition man but I've been frozen like Stallone Big face Rollie with the gold dial That's our profile, you ain't got no style Winner but I took a few losses like Iron Mike All my bruddas flying birds, we ain't flying kites [Hook - Pak-Man] Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right [Verse 2 - Shaker] I'll tell you what my life is like, harder than a nine of light On the front line at night, dots on me like a dice Shine flowing, got the line blowing like dynamite Call me Bruce Forsyth cah the price is right Think my life is nice but my life is hell I ain't happy like Pharrell, wake up and light a L Get my line and scales, text all the clientele Buy and sell, decent sized white girl like Adele I ain't got time to dwell cause I get dough Pocket full of money anywhere that me and Jet go Brother from another mother, something like a step bro Chilling on the thirty-ninth floor, sipping XO Then I'm back round the bits, fat sour spliff I had to tell friends "Bill a zoot and allow the sniff" Make profit all day, stack tower chips Twenty-four a trap hour shift, Jack Bauer shit [Hook - Pak-Man] Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right [Verse 3 - Shaker & Pak-Man] I'm more than just a good rapper I push zakka, fly birds like the Luftwaffe 6210 that I trap on, put the crack on the pavement and crack on Birds into Z's, swerving the feds And them fuckboys still wanna murder me dead Should've bought a Stoney, burgundy red And a Rollie but I bought burners instead I need bricks like I'm building, big bad Pak in the building My money long, I can buy the building I was on the Eurostar, eight for a Euro star Blowing all this money up in Paris, could've bought a car Bad bitch on me, wanna ride me like the Tour de France I be selling Z's for fifteen like it's quarter-past Tryna source a brick clean for a forty large Offshore with an Offshore, that's an Audemars [Hook - Pak-Man] Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right Tell me what's your life like? All my bruddas fly birds, we don't fly kites Really out here on the curb round my sides Give a fuck about yours, I've got mine right