It Is What It Is
Could've been a scholar but I'm stuck up in them trenches
Gotta get it how I live, can't be waiting on a pension
Bow my head and ask the Lord for forgiveness
His third strike, begged for a dub, he got a life sentence
Ayh ayh
I'm back on them bars, I done relapsed like the sixth time
Nobody left up in the hood,I know J wheel gone hold it down
I knew you was a snake, I let you bite me twice
Dissing on lil bro, send you to meet em in the afterlife
Ayh
In the kitchen, it's hot by the stove
We was trapping, my bro whip the bow
Popping Xanax, it's helping me cope
In the stu had to get in my mode
I love counting presidents, I'm trying to get rich as them
They wishing death up on my name but this ain't shit like many men
J Stone got a choppy wit a dick, it chop down any men
And I swear that I really love my bitch it's like she heaven sent
Kese you want the Draco or the switch, that shit don't make no difference
If you try to play me like a goofy watch me step on shit
Steady screaming out free stupid mike, that boy be wrecking shit
Don't tweak, he just might act a fool
Once I touch a lot, I'm breaking bro nem off some dividends
I keep trapping but I'm sorry ma, this shit just how it is
I done worked bout twenty jobs, the streets showed me five hundred bands
I really gotta get it, growing up I never had shit
All this fake love, it's kinda hard to tell who really friends
Ion really parley, I be staying out the mix
Ghost glock, run up on me crazy, gone be meeting Casper nem
I'm just trynna stack my chips, it ain't no way that I can't win
I ain't phased by the lies they done told
Them niggas ain't seeing me
And I heard it's smoke so I been riding with my two-two three
I know that they envy me, ion let nobody in
My lil nigga creeping Onna opps, start calling him black panther twin
Peephole popper how lil bro done sparked em, hit em through the lens
Officer I told you these just lyrics, I be talking shit
I'm just trynna get it how I can and stay up out the mix
Please don't call my phone, when I was low I couldn't get a cent
Did some shit up in these streets, forgive me father I have sinned
All the dirt that I done did, it is what it is
Gotta get it how I live, can't be waiting on a pension
Bow my head and ask the Lord for forgiveness
His third strike, begged for a dub, he got a life sentence
Ayh ayh
I'm back on them bars, I done relapsed like the sixth time
Nobody left up in the hood,I know J wheel gone hold it down
I knew you was a snake, I let you bite me twice
Dissing on lil bro, send you to meet em in the afterlife
Ayh
In the kitchen, it's hot by the stove
We was trapping, my bro whip the bow
Popping Xanax, it's helping me cope
In the stu had to get in my mode
I love counting presidents, I'm trying to get rich as them
They wishing death up on my name but this ain't shit like many men
J Stone got a choppy wit a dick, it chop down any men
And I swear that I really love my bitch it's like she heaven sent
Kese you want the Draco or the switch, that shit don't make no difference
If you try to play me like a goofy watch me step on shit
Steady screaming out free stupid mike, that boy be wrecking shit
Don't tweak, he just might act a fool
Once I touch a lot, I'm breaking bro nem off some dividends
I keep trapping but I'm sorry ma, this shit just how it is
I done worked bout twenty jobs, the streets showed me five hundred bands
I really gotta get it, growing up I never had shit
All this fake love, it's kinda hard to tell who really friends
Ion really parley, I be staying out the mix
Ghost glock, run up on me crazy, gone be meeting Casper nem
I'm just trynna stack my chips, it ain't no way that I can't win
I ain't phased by the lies they done told
Them niggas ain't seeing me
And I heard it's smoke so I been riding with my two-two three
I know that they envy me, ion let nobody in
My lil nigga creeping Onna opps, start calling him black panther twin
Peephole popper how lil bro done sparked em, hit em through the lens
Officer I told you these just lyrics, I be talking shit
I'm just trynna get it how I can and stay up out the mix
Please don't call my phone, when I was low I couldn't get a cent
Did some shit up in these streets, forgive me father I have sinned
All the dirt that I done did, it is what it is
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Writer(s): Markese Mccaster
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