It Is What It Is Songtext
von BabyTron
It Is What It Is Songtext
Yeah
Lemme tell you sum, real life type shit (Damn, Machu, why′d you have to do 'em like that?)
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you 'bout them bands, ain′t never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that′s just what it is
I remember I ain't have a slug in my pocket
I remember I ain′t have a plug or a socket
Bro seen a opp out, he finna jump out and drop it
Turtle Pie, finna fill my lungs up with something toxic
That's really just to kill the pain
Dick sucking, I don′t even know you, boy, you really lame
Dub show on my neck, don't talk about no dilly chain
Cut her her off quick, I just told her I don't feel the same
It′s some wounds that never heal but I don′t let them phase me
Used to walk so when I'm in the coupe, I push the pedal crazy
Got some youngins out here jamming chips, the others selling eighthies
I look up sometimes ′cause he blessed yo baby
Walking in my shoes? You gon' find out my life a movie
Always arguing with my bitch but I like ′em bougie
High as hell at Beni's eating steak, shrimp, rice, and sushi
High as hell with my white boys, finna light a doobie
All odds against me but I made it out
They ain′t see the vision, whole time was on the paper route
Same time you sleep, got a chef bringing bacon out
Hit yo baby mama in yo crib and I stained the couch
Used to load the Bitcoin with like a hunnid dollars
Now how I'm feeling, bitch, I'm headed towards a hunnid commas
Called dukes up and told her, "It′s my summer, mama"
You should take the cuffs off that bitch, she got a running problem
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you ′bout them bands, ain't never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit
It is what it is, fuck what it was
Talking 'bout my aunty, this and that, who the fuck is cuz?
If I ain′t know you back then, we ain't fucking blood
Seventeen year old Tron was out here busting juggs
Eighteen year old Tron started a rap mission
Unky watching ShittyBoyz vids, in the trap whipping
TrDee and Donny Bands in them Scats drifting
StanWill on Miami Beach spending racks, tripping
Margiela stepping, paint a picture for you when I walk
I'm a rapper now, I don′t fuck with debit fraud
But with that CPN shit, I can boost yo credit, dawg
Jada Pinkett Smith, my bitch got Glockies, she gon′ set it off
Built this shit from the dirt, ShittyBoyz, we up
Wockhardt, with some, finna fill my cup
I was down bad and came back so I'm really clutch
Think that you can fuck with me? You a silly fuck
In the deep end, I see yo bitch? I reel her in
Star player, if I′m playing, I'ma fill the gym
All the L′s they all right now, I'ma hit with wins
Told God forgive me ′cause I'm still gon' sin
Hopping off the airplane, I′m headed towards the air train
Headed towards the top, bitch, I′m walking up the stairway
High as hell eating Flamin Wok in Fairlane
Zazas burning up my eyes like some bear mace
I'ma leave the game the GOAT
Lil′ pretty bitch, told her that I only came for throat
In the club and I only came to paper throw
They was sleep on me but now they awake for sure
It ain't nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain′t nothing like them field trips
I can show you 'bout them bands, ain′t never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I'm still lit
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that′s just what it is
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you ′bout them bands, ain't never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do ′em like that?)
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that's just what it is
Lemme tell you sum, real life type shit (Damn, Machu, why′d you have to do 'em like that?)
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you 'bout them bands, ain′t never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that′s just what it is
I remember I ain't have a slug in my pocket
I remember I ain′t have a plug or a socket
Bro seen a opp out, he finna jump out and drop it
Turtle Pie, finna fill my lungs up with something toxic
That's really just to kill the pain
Dick sucking, I don′t even know you, boy, you really lame
Dub show on my neck, don't talk about no dilly chain
Cut her her off quick, I just told her I don't feel the same
It′s some wounds that never heal but I don′t let them phase me
Used to walk so when I'm in the coupe, I push the pedal crazy
Got some youngins out here jamming chips, the others selling eighthies
I look up sometimes ′cause he blessed yo baby
Walking in my shoes? You gon' find out my life a movie
Always arguing with my bitch but I like ′em bougie
High as hell at Beni's eating steak, shrimp, rice, and sushi
High as hell with my white boys, finna light a doobie
All odds against me but I made it out
They ain′t see the vision, whole time was on the paper route
Same time you sleep, got a chef bringing bacon out
Hit yo baby mama in yo crib and I stained the couch
Used to load the Bitcoin with like a hunnid dollars
Now how I'm feeling, bitch, I'm headed towards a hunnid commas
Called dukes up and told her, "It′s my summer, mama"
You should take the cuffs off that bitch, she got a running problem
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you ′bout them bands, ain't never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit
It is what it is, fuck what it was
Talking 'bout my aunty, this and that, who the fuck is cuz?
If I ain′t know you back then, we ain't fucking blood
Seventeen year old Tron was out here busting juggs
Eighteen year old Tron started a rap mission
Unky watching ShittyBoyz vids, in the trap whipping
TrDee and Donny Bands in them Scats drifting
StanWill on Miami Beach spending racks, tripping
Margiela stepping, paint a picture for you when I walk
I'm a rapper now, I don′t fuck with debit fraud
But with that CPN shit, I can boost yo credit, dawg
Jada Pinkett Smith, my bitch got Glockies, she gon′ set it off
Built this shit from the dirt, ShittyBoyz, we up
Wockhardt, with some, finna fill my cup
I was down bad and came back so I'm really clutch
Think that you can fuck with me? You a silly fuck
In the deep end, I see yo bitch? I reel her in
Star player, if I′m playing, I'ma fill the gym
All the L′s they all right now, I'ma hit with wins
Told God forgive me ′cause I'm still gon' sin
Hopping off the airplane, I′m headed towards the air train
Headed towards the top, bitch, I′m walking up the stairway
High as hell eating Flamin Wok in Fairlane
Zazas burning up my eyes like some bear mace
I'ma leave the game the GOAT
Lil′ pretty bitch, told her that I only came for throat
In the club and I only came to paper throw
They was sleep on me but now they awake for sure
It ain't nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain′t nothing like them field trips
I can show you 'bout them bands, ain′t never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I'm still lit
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that′s just what it is
It ain′t nothing like a real bitch
Unky always told me it ain't nothing like them field trips
I can show you ′bout them bands, ain't never pill flip
Hutch water, with the lights off, bitch, I′m still lit (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do ′em like that?)
Shoes soo woo but my pockets still Crip
Two new tools, brodie tryna drill shit
Huh, and that's just how it is and that's just what it is
Writer(s): James Iv, Machu Machu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
