It Is What It Is
Let's get the bag, make sure it's big one this time
Lights camera action but nobody be acting
Jumped out the hat but no I'm not rabbit
No I do not be cappin' you could tell by the fabric
Shooting down a movie no I cannot imagine
Beat so hard lyrics feel that they be slappin'
This is the beginning I'm just getting started
If I got the blueprint I done already mapped it
If I gotta catch up, don't worry, imma lap it
No I am not worried there's no way imma stop this
Same four bars, no I could not ever imagine
Lazer focus, I'm shooting where the cap is I'm shooting where the cap goes
Posted on the streets got the internet for samples
I been working out till the point I get like Rambo
Mitsubishi cars but the horses over lambo just to let you know that the shit that I could handle
I don't wanna break ya, I just want the paper
No limit to the winning punching like I got brass all up on the knuckles
This shit is a rumble and I cannot fumble even if I tried
I'm focused on the temple
This shit is fresh it do not need the mentos
Shotgun to the face, it done just blew the mentals
Lyrics might be ruthless perfect instrumentals
Oxy to the moron, we don't do pretendo
Lights camera action but nobody be acting
Jumped out the hat but no I'm not rabbit
No I do not be cappin' you could tell by the fabric
Shooting down a movie no I cannot imagine
Beat so hard lyrics feel that they be slappin'
This is the beginning I'm just getting started
If I got the blueprint I done already mapped it
If I gotta catch up, don't worry, imma lap it
No I am not worried there's no way imma stop this
Same four bars, no I could not ever imagine
Lazer focus, I'm shooting where the cap is I'm shooting where the cap goes
Posted on the streets got the internet for samples
I been working out till the point I get like Rambo
Mitsubishi cars but the horses over lambo just to let you know that the shit that I could handle
I don't wanna break ya, I just want the paper
No limit to the winning punching like I got brass all up on the knuckles
This shit is a rumble and I cannot fumble even if I tried
I'm focused on the temple
This shit is fresh it do not need the mentos
Shotgun to the face, it done just blew the mentals
Lyrics might be ruthless perfect instrumentals
Oxy to the moron, we don't do pretendo
Credits
Writer(s): Eduardo Guerrero
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