It Is What It Is

(Luke Bar$):
Walk in this bitch I gave niggas a heart ache
Ion leave the crib too much, cause niggas too fake
I hate playing games, I hate the shit it comes with
You don’t catch me out with weird niggas in public
Last nigga pushed my buttons he ain't breathing (alright)
Ion wish for death, but karma a real demon (yeah)
Ion share my thoughts too much they won’t believe it
Standout dawg, like most these niggas sheeps

Rather standout, with my pants down screaming fuck the world (Yo)
Time running out can’t waste it on another girl
Fuck tryna save the world, nigga only save yourself
They ion еver listen to a nigga til he dеad something (Yo)
Fuck putting niggas on a pedestal
Fuck putting pussy on a pedestal
Take your mama out the hood
Put her in a better home (yeah)
Niggas too focused on the wrong shit
Bitches too focused on the wrong bitch

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
Niggas from the hood we ion know X3
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
Niggas from the hood we ion know X3

(SAINT LYOR):
Wow I had to push up the volume
Crank crank crank shit up
They don’t make young men like us
I’m doin me I’m checking boxes on my hitlist
Don’t get me angry finesse with the quickness
I don’t do feelings I jus do business’
Cuz I know niggas don’t know better
Give a inch and they try take a mile
It’s been 28 months since I smiled nigga
I ain’t holier than thou
But I’m now now now now (2x)

(Jiles):
Lil niggas in the hood don’t know better
Especially when they older brothers big steppers
Ma couldn’t afford a winter coat wore two sweaters
Shit is all fucked now all the rappers trendsetters
Was a bad boy, mama whipped my ass i ain’t like that
I don’t care get ya ass beat better fight back
Set the tone, never throw stones in a glass house
Watch the blind lead the blind
Imma always feel it out

(Felix):
Imma go in Saks, throw a hundred on the glass yeah
Imma push a Aston and ride it through the projects
Hopefully I crash, ‘for these niggas put a gat to me
When you young and black, they don’t never give you options
Run in place, guinea pigging life, you think you eating
What a day, don’t you move a step, I hear you creeping
What they say, the bread’ll be the root of all evil
When I ain't have no cheddar, tried swiss his whole tee shirt
And lately I been fed up, with the lemons they feed us
Tryna get my bread up, any weather, kick my feet up
I’m Yelling, free-us, all he wanted some sneakers
Something to eat, a honey bun, a little reefer
First of the month, WIC checks, give us a breather
Keep it a buck, they don’t wanna see us breathing
I know wassup, they fingers crossed, at them meetings
Now what it cost, for some knots and some peace bruh