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It Is What It Is Songtext
von Big Sean

It Is What It Is Songtext

Yeah
It is
Woah (woah, woah)
And I′m 'bout to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
(Run it back, Turbo)
Yep (woah)

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin′? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and takin′ it personal, baby, it′s biz (what?)
I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is
Run that shit back, Turbo (ayy, woah, yeah)

Let's go, let′s go
It's simple, but it ain′t easy
Woah, woah, I got it figured out, woah
(Run it back, Turbo)


Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin′ off (woah)
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off
Cheffed up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin′ off
Fuck is you talkin′ 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I′m signin' off
Boy, let′s go

Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know?
Tryna flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital P, you know?
Wonder what side of the deal was cold
Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know?
We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds
And just roll up our sleeves, you know?
Understand, niggas came straight out the concrete
It wasn′t no beach with the breeze, you know? (Straight up)
Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know?
′Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil′ ho (god)

Took a long way to the top (top)
Y'all too worried ′bout a fast track (swerve)
Face all on the front page, I don't give a fuck about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon′ see who get the fuckin' last laugh
And we doin′ more numbers than— (what?)
Still doin' more numbers than hashtags


Yeah, big business with a fat staff
In the crib alone, having flashbacks
Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?)
Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that′s ′cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it′s biz (Gunna Wunna)
I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is

Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business
I run up them racks independent (Young Gunna Wunna)
Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling
I can go blow me a million (go blow me a million)
Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I′m playin' the Pistons (playin′ the Piston)
No time to wait, I'ma hit in this Scat', hope they payin′ attention
They try turn their back on the realest
Ain′t work, what the word on me now when you fearless?

Niggas all hype, need some realies
My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children)
Me like the top I can fuck, but can't wife, but it′s up when we linkin' (it′s up)
Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice
Niggas know they can't see me (know they can′t see me)

Saint Laurent lens, want a light light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody)
Pull up big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's fuck all the critics (fuck all you critics)
Young ain′t my kin, you ain′t my type
You like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks, Ah)
Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light while I play with her kitty

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin′? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Run it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that's ′cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and takin' it personal, baby, it′s biz (biz)
I cut they ass off, but fuck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is)

It is, yeah
It is what it is
It is
Fuck it, it is what it is

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