Yeah, it is what it is
So stay the * away from me if you ain't keep it real
Focus on the money, I'm just tryna pay the bills
And all these niggas hatin', give a * about how they feel
Boy, they gon' feel some kind of way, but it is what it is, y'all
Yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, it is what it is
And all these bitches hatin', give a * about how they feel
Boy, they gon' feel some kind of way, but it is what it is
Man, I'm outta jail, then I hope you burn in hell, ho
Everything red, toe to head like a Melmo
Ever gave a * about a bitch, nigga, hell no
I been out here thuggin' since some Pete was an elbow
A suspect, I'm the one that do victims tell on
Wake up in the morning, thank the Lord and cut my scale on
Take a piss and check my cell phone, a ghetto superstar
I am street famous and well known
Somebody get you, they gon' wanna question me
All these stripes on my teeth, lookin' like I referee
Am I savage? Yes, indeed, I got coke and X and speed
I'm in real life, I'm in real life, I'm in real life

Meet me at the trap, I got what you need
I was juggin' and finessin' with aggression for the G
Countin' money and my blessings, she get extra, I'ma leave
And he stressin', I'ma squeeze, if you stressin', R.I.P.
Street of Philly, get the label, I'm the CEO indeed
So stay the * away from me if you ain't keepin' real
Focus on the money, I'm just tryna pay the bills
And all these niggas hatin', give a * about how they feel
Boy, they gon' feel some kind of way, but it is what it is, y'all
Yeah, it is what it is
Yeah, it is what it is
And all these bitches hatin', give a * about how they feel
Boy, they gon' feel some kind of way, but it is what it is
They can't see me, they never could, they blind as hell
I run them over, I know somebody gon' cry to twelve
Bitch, I'm the business and everything else is clientele
Plus, I ain't tryna spend no more birthdays inside a cell
That * is over with
Leanin' on my pistol like that * I mix my soda with
Young, black, gifted, and futuristic, the flow is sick
Nigga, like how you blast for me in true religion
The movement inside the movement that inspires like Ikea
I don't know what to do with it, I don't know what to do with it
Rappers sound the same, just like on a monopea
Everybody poppin' *, but they ain't tryna diarrhea
Been a trendsetter forever, come and follow the leader
Nigga, thank you, Derek Jeter, shortstop and get you whacked
Dick riding ain't a means of transportation, that's a fact
Hope I make it into heaven, cause I've been through hell and back
I don't like them niggas either, you can run and tell them that
So
You great for your service
You're my love
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