It Is What It Is

专辑：It Is What It Is

歌词

作词 : Dion Hayes/Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Samuel Gloade/Chevez Clarke/Evan Huang/Eric Sloan/Jay King/Jerold Ellis/Denzil Foster/Anthony Gilmour/Garrick Husbands/Thomas McElroy/Robert Bell/Ronald Bell/Donald Boyce/George Brown/Robert Mickens/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/Richard Westfield/Michael Marshall

作曲 : Dion Hayes/Dominique Jones/Ryan Adams/Samuel Gloade/Chevez Clarke/Evan Huang/Eric Sloan/Jay King/Jerold Ellis/Denzil Foster/Anthony Gilmour/Garrick Husbands/Thomas McElroy/Robert Bell/Ronald Bell/Donald Boyce/George Brown/Robert Mickens/Claydes Smith/Dennis Thomas/Richard Westfield/Michael Marshall

(1209)

(Got a 30 on my seat, uh)

I miss you more than ever, pictures ain't doin' no justice

They say I lost a friend and I told 'em I lost a brother

Told 'em I lost a cousin, told 'em I lost a uncle

Ma, it's hard to cope, but **** it, I'm gettin' money

I lost five homies and they lost ten

So even though you cryin', ma, it is what it is

Val ain't miss a call, Reece missin' them all

Real niggas winnin', know you proud of lil' Aus

Cars gettin' faster, bags gettin' bigger

Mel back home, free my other lil' niggas

Big pop with a eight in it, they ain't tryna spin

Gee, you gotta make niggas

I put the drank down, back totin' blicks

Know I'm ridin' with you, brother, on the strength

If one of mines get killеd on the 9th, five of yours gettin' killеd on the 10th

And I ain't into shit, just a niggas with a blitz package

Say he took somethin' from me, them niggas big cappin'

After all this shit, you really think I'm still trappin'?

(What?)

Made three million every month, l damn near quit rappin' (Yeah)

On God

I heard the bricks goin' up, I'm tryna grab somethin' (For real)

Hood rich nigga, Cartier crash on 'em

If she ain't good at suckin' dick, I gotta pass on her (Skrrt)

I rock Cadillacs, the bullet proof, the fast ones (Skrrt)

Niggas think they got a wave, but it won't last long (No)

I be in the kitchen cookin' with my mask on

Sellin' pounds, gettin' it down, it was my platform

If I don't know nothin", I know how to get a bag off

I give brodie all the lows, he runnin' through them

I got twenty girlfriends, livin' like Pluto (Yeah, yeah)

A double Patek duo in honor of my two homies, I miss y'all

I sent that cash up, they spinned, dog

First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dog (Get the big junt)

If a nigga who ever told call my phone, that's a missed call (That's a missed call)

Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw (Then she hit)

I'm in the Chase parking lot, pourin' syrup, havin' withdrawals (Yeah)

Had a X-rated day, I put the Skeleton on two arms

Slime a nigga quick, wipe his nose like a newborn

Spin him, if he live, catch up with him when he discharge

Won't catch a nigga sayin", "No Diddy," that's for lil' boys (Woah)

Count this paper in a penthouse with a Rubi Rose

I like hoes and I like money, but I can't bend or fold

Me and bronem handle business like the Sinaloa

Send the paper, send the addy, I'ma send the load

Niggas live inside their studio they whole life

And I ain't never go to practice, I'm like Allen Iverson

And all they bitches wanna **** me, that's why they don't like me