How It Is

(RichieOnTheBeat)
Comprehending life how it is
Ima grown man
I don't need to bib

Why lie to me?
Why you telling fibs
I took this paper route
So I can feed my kids

Told dummy he was better off
Getting out that field
Two weeks later at that function
He got killed

I, I'm just Tryna grow and build
The four not violent
But the four do carry steel

Keem told me bro don't stop at red lights and
We don't even live that type of life
N****s be on bullshit
Even if you dead right

Been in shit that went left
You know how them tables turn
Rather work sum shit out
But I can't trip off bridges burned

Locked in with my n***a Fern
He pay upfront no shorts
I aint Tryna dictate none of my n****s
Ima good sport

Bitch giving me knowledge and the wisdom
She a hood dork
My lawyer red line the paperwork
I'll take your ass to court

Ali the only one that's up with me
Right now them n****s slumped
Dummy a knockout five thousand pushups
He don't smoke no blunts

Olive wagyu mixed with doci-doe
Fuck your real Runtz
We was washing clothes in that shower
Till we built up

Plenty, plenty choices in my life
That I had to go and make
Early morning getting to it
I don't need to wake and bake

I don't even do too much
She realized on the first date
Cool beans I outgrew you, this the new me



Credits
Writer(s): Amir Sabur
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