What It Is lyrics

[Verse]
I'm the kid your mama told you don't play with
I'm the same kid that everybody hated
But I made, it's outrageous, I was flamers
Before I was famous, deadly and dangerous
Young thugs wanna step in my trainers
Ain't no regular statement, I be destined for greatness
Road's not for everyone, black leathers on
Tryna leave your head on the pavement
All I need is a crib with a basement
Every three months it's giving me flavours but I got no patience
Don't sh*t where you live so I might try robbing my neighbours
Bag full of notes, pack for the motes, used to sit in my
Never mind, now I'm flipping the pages
I ain't hit a mission in ages
No excuses like I'm running with Eamon
In the studio, late night, my kinda training
Can't f*ck with me and f*ck with the pagans
Loose lips had me stuck in the station
Astaghfirullah, I ain't f*cking with bacon
Top chef, don't make me get blood on my apron
Crazy how life changes, now my life's amazing
Swap my energy for currency, that's what I call trading
They think I been vacant, I ain't got time for vacation
Since I got the PS5, I ain't played PlayStation
I been gaining, maintaining, earning and learning
Steady swerving the vermin
I cop a crib in her name before I give her a Birkin
Drive Paris in the German, shop Italian in France
I ain't even checked the balance in the bank
I just made another mill, I'll be real, think I gotta find another bank
They in love with the gang, nuttin but champs in the camp
I been fresh way before I came fresh out the tank
I feel to run up in - and dun their dance, I gave - a chance
Forget my jeans, don't make me get blood on my hands
I made a couple mill from a deal so what's a couple hundred grand?
But it ain't about the money, I had love for your mans
Can't slow me down or f*ck with the plans
I ain't wanna drop, was waiting for the videos to land
Game in my hand, I stay in command
Now I don't trust a soul, I feel so prang
Me against the world, I feel like Pac
Probably shoulda did that track with Strandz
[Chorus]
I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean
I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks
I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees
Rest in peace the real, free my G's
Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz
I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece
I don't know about vegan, give me the beef
I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean
I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks
I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees
Rest in peace the real, free my G's
Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz
I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece
I don't know about vegan, give me the beef