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Christopher simba ekakoro
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Aye
It is what it is, it is what it ain't
Aye,
It is what it is, it is what it ain't
Shit that I'm totting, gon blow up a tank
I know I can do it, don't tell me I can't
Had to up my chop, just to up my rank
Want my shit all blue when I walk out the bank
In the trap all day, got me smelling like dank
This ain't a drill, shit ain't a prank
Had a long ass day, had to pour up some drank
I really grew up with killers and robbers
Slide through your block, we ain't hitting no toddler
Big boy cat ain't no regular charger
Really lining shit up like a motherfuckin' barber
Had to learn by myself, I grew up with no father
That lil' boy a rookie, you know I'm a starter
Say he coming hard, but I'm coming harder
Ain't bout to cash boy don't even bother
I got a gang of bitches
But them bitches argue a lot trynna blow up the spot so I don't really hang with bitches
These ain't no regular Glocks they blow at your top, don't play with no dangerous niggas
Shawty wanna give me the box, but yea she thot I just want the brain lil nigga
I know she gon' go for the gang lil nigga
If you fuck my bitch, you can have it
Stealing the drip, had to switch up the fashion
He looking sweet, have my youngins go bag him
She keep saying she love me, I know that she capping
Chasing that money, I feel like an addict
Had to marry the cash so this shit everlasting
Try to take that then you know that I'm blasting
Put his ass in the past, now that lil' boy a has been
It is what it is, it is what it ain't
Shit that I'm totting, gon blow up a tank
I know I can do it, don't tell me I can't
Had to up my chop, just to up my rank
Want my shit all blue when I walk out the bank
In the trap all day, got me smelling like dank
This ain't a drill, shit ain't a prank
Had a long ass day, had to pour up some drank
I really grew up with killers and robbers
Slide through your block, we ain't hitting no toddler
Big boy cat ain't no regular charger
Really lining shit up like a motherfuckin' barber
Had to learn by myself, I grew up with no father
That lil' boy a rookie, you know I'm a starter
Say he coming hard, but I'm coming harder
Ain't bout to cash boy don't even bother
Writer(s): Christopher Ekakoro
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