It Is What It Is
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
Look at your neighbor, tell em you happy to see em
Think he look better when bleeding
I been working on a thesis, lemme tell you what I'm reading
Niggas don't really want smoke
They looking round for some hope
I come equipped with a rope
I'll string you up from ya throat, I'm tryna witness you choke
You bout to watch me conspire, how to send your spirit higher
Light your energy on fire, burn you down into the wire, imagery what I admire
I got the smoke in my chest
I'm burning up from my breath
I'm fire breathing at best
This water gon' steam from my neck
Shining on me cuz it's pressed
Watch how you speak on my flesh
All these blades on my I gotta slice some
That's the energy I need from the jump
Had to hit the range to stable the pump
They tryna shame me if I'm leaving you slump
Wake up early and I do what I want
Break it down for you I'm never ya son
No one above me cause I am who I am
Pop ya shit and now you're one of the sum
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is
It is what it ain't
Only thing that matter is what's in the bank
I want that JP Morgan in the safe
I'm talking numbers, I'm talking estates
I'm talking cribs for my momma
I'm talking cribs in bahamas
I'm tryna pay off your honor
For crimes I commit for dishonor
My wrist turn so icy, I can't feel the summer
All I feel is hunger
My stomach is growling
My ego starts howling
My P O stopped calling
That means that I'm outey
My ski mask had missed
My pockets too skinny
My shorty expensive
I need more protection, I gotta go get it
Yeah, yeah
I need more protection, I gotta stay fitted
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
I gotta get to the shit
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
Look at your neighbor, tell em you happy to see em
Think he look better when bleeding
I been working on a thesis, lemme tell you what I'm reading
Niggas don't really want smoke
They looking round for some hope
I come equipped with a rope
I'll string you up from ya throat, I'm tryna witness you choke
You bout to watch me conspire, how to send your spirit higher
Light your energy on fire, burn you down into the wire, imagery what I admire
I got the smoke in my chest
I'm burning up from my breath
I'm fire breathing at best
This water gon' steam from my neck
Shining on me cuz it's pressed
Watch how you speak on my flesh
All these blades on my I gotta slice some
That's the energy I need from the jump
Had to hit the range to stable the pump
They tryna shame me if I'm leaving you slump
Wake up early and I do what I want
Break it down for you I'm never ya son
No one above me cause I am who I am
Pop ya shit and now you're one of the sum
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is
It is what it ain't
Only thing that matter is what's in the bank
I want that JP Morgan in the safe
I'm talking numbers, I'm talking estates
I'm talking cribs for my momma
I'm talking cribs in bahamas
I'm tryna pay off your honor
For crimes I commit for dishonor
My wrist turn so icy, I can't feel the summer
All I feel is hunger
My stomach is growling
My ego starts howling
My P O stopped calling
That means that I'm outey
My ski mask had missed
My pockets too skinny
My shorty expensive
I need more protection, I gotta go get it
Yeah, yeah
I need more protection, I gotta stay fitted
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
It is what it is, I gotta get big
I gotta get to the shit
I look at your wrist, it look like a fridge
I'm thinking bout leaving with it
I see the pain in ya eyes, shit you could never disguise
You not equipped for the for the shit
You running from kittens and dogs with a whip
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Writer(s): Matthew Mccray
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