It Is What It Is

(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 fuck it, I'm gettin' money

I lost five homies, 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 little Aus

Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger

Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga

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 killed on the ninth

Five of yours gettin' killed on the tenth

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

Say he took something from me, you 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', on God (yeah)

I heard the bricks goin' up, I'm tryna grab some (for real)

Hood rich nigga, Cartier Crash arm

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

I ride Cadillacs, the bulletproof, the fast ones

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 gone

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

I got 20 girlfriends, livin' like Pluto

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

I sent that cash up, they spent, dog

First, you knock down the foot soldier, get the big dog

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

Chanel, cop a Maxi handbag, then she hit raw

I'm on the chase, parking lot, pourin' syrup, havin' withdrawals

Had a X-ray today, I put a 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 (whoa)

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 a 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 fuck me, that's why they don't like me

I lost five homies, 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 little Aus

Cars gettin' faster, the bags gettin' bigger

Mel back home, free my other lil' nigga

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

Gee, you gotta make niggas (I lost five)