Listen to It Is What It Is by Chris E

It Is What It Is

Chris E

Hip-Hop/Rap

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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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