IT IS WHAT IT IS (with J.I the Prince of N.Y feat. Lil Tjay) - Remix
Might hate you
They might play with you
Yes, sir!
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end
Nigga, ain't no switching sides, that ain't working
I've been working (ooh)
In my bag, no duffle, might be a Birkin (someone help me)
Nigga, quit the cap, you ain't the boss, ain't put that work in
I got niggas lurking, yeah
Ooh-hoo, ah-ha
All these bitches dominos, they wanna fall in line
She offered her heart but I won't ever make her mine
If she ever call my phone, I decline
Can you get on my time?
No, you can't 'cause I've been busy flying
Look how that young nigga get fly
Here why, he getting high to get by
You can see the pain in his eyes
My mistake, I meant mine
Huh, your shawty know I don't give plenty fucks
She gon' let me drive her crazy in this Bentley truck
The way I spray gon' have these niggas picking pennies up
Gun talk, send you straight to hell before you set me up
You gon' get killed tryna showcase your bravery
If my gun talk, it's gon' respond, know what you say to me
And I could give a fuck about your king
You still gotta get down on both of your knees when you pray to me
I know you praying on my downfall
Another reason why your knees be on the ground for
And you was never posted in them trenches
You was lying when you mentioned what your life was on the line for (yes, sir!)
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end
To keep it real with you, I been through a lot
I think I spent a hundred hours bending niggas block
I think I spent a hundred bands tryna feed the block
Loyal to that money, and it's fuck you if you not
I'm a young OG
Niggas wanna see me lose, they don't even know me
Got it by myself out the mud, got it Dollie
Flooded out the Rollie, and now I just been balling like I'm Kobe
And this ain't never gon' stop
Remember, when they told me my songs weren't hot
Them numbers going crazy every time I drop
And if it weren't for rapping, I'd be on my block
I can't make you understand, but we live how we live
Trench kid, fuck it, shit, it is what it is!
I got niggas locked down doing bids
Wish a nigga'd redo everything they did (yes, sir!)
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end (worst end)
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
They might play with you
Yes, sir!
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end
Nigga, ain't no switching sides, that ain't working
I've been working (ooh)
In my bag, no duffle, might be a Birkin (someone help me)
Nigga, quit the cap, you ain't the boss, ain't put that work in
I got niggas lurking, yeah
Ooh-hoo, ah-ha
All these bitches dominos, they wanna fall in line
She offered her heart but I won't ever make her mine
If she ever call my phone, I decline
Can you get on my time?
No, you can't 'cause I've been busy flying
Look how that young nigga get fly
Here why, he getting high to get by
You can see the pain in his eyes
My mistake, I meant mine
Huh, your shawty know I don't give plenty fucks
She gon' let me drive her crazy in this Bentley truck
The way I spray gon' have these niggas picking pennies up
Gun talk, send you straight to hell before you set me up
You gon' get killed tryna showcase your bravery
If my gun talk, it's gon' respond, know what you say to me
And I could give a fuck about your king
You still gotta get down on both of your knees when you pray to me
I know you praying on my downfall
Another reason why your knees be on the ground for
And you was never posted in them trenches
You was lying when you mentioned what your life was on the line for (yes, sir!)
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end
To keep it real with you, I been through a lot
I think I spent a hundred hours bending niggas block
I think I spent a hundred bands tryna feed the block
Loyal to that money, and it's fuck you if you not
I'm a young OG
Niggas wanna see me lose, they don't even know me
Got it by myself out the mud, got it Dollie
Flooded out the Rollie, and now I just been balling like I'm Kobe
And this ain't never gon' stop
Remember, when they told me my songs weren't hot
Them numbers going crazy every time I drop
And if it weren't for rapping, I'd be on my block
I can't make you understand, but we live how we live
Trench kid, fuck it, shit, it is what it is!
I got niggas locked down doing bids
Wish a nigga'd redo everything they did (yes, sir!)
These streets'll leave you hurt, put your life in reverse (ooh)
My dawg going crazy, boy done popped like three Percs (darn)
Thought he was my baby, know I had to leave her (ooh)
My bitch say she faithful, don't really believe her (oh no)
I don't need love but I feel I need her (yeah)
I don't need drugs but I still leave earth (yeah)
Put my thoughts in a verse, I can't talk to a person (no)
Yeah, we from the dirty side, that's the worst end (worst end)
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah
Credits
Writer(s): Tione Merritt, Mark Grey, Justin Irvin Rivera, Kydjana Lewis, Vitkeer Lassiter-brown
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