How It Goes

Neck ain't froze
Prolly wear Louis but I can't afford those
I need some shoes that'll cover my toes
Ain't got no bitches, ain't got no hoes
Woah

You already know
My generation, we bout the flow
Ain't no trickle down, y'all built a moat
Hoarding all the treasure like Duck with the gold, oh

But that's how it goes
That's how it goes

It is what it is
That's what they told me since I was a kid
Telling me to tell no lies, no fibs
But that's all they did

Got me feeling sick to my stomach
Sick to my heart, I ain't got no loving
Sick to my mind, couldn't have no discussions
That's why I put all my soul in percussion

I was down bad
Asked a girl to dance, she ain't know me like that
Another one got me in trouble with her dad
Making up stories bout the baby she would have
I was 16, ain't know nothing bout that
Told her she must be a magician, pulling rabbits outta hats
Cause we never kicked it
Go and tell 'em that



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Layne
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