How It Is lyrics

[Intro: Duvy]
Frank Joseph
It's Duvy

[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that sh*t
Young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't f*ck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 1: Duvy]
I'ma just get how it is
Get thoughts about death is near
Ain't no love sh*t, hmm-hmm, if you live how I live you'll tear
Keep Miami Heat out here
Ain't no rule sh*t, hmm-hmm
They been knew it's unfair
Man, f*ck we do this
And it's so dangerous
Them broke up buildings where we chilling
There ain't no blaming us
Them crooked coppеrs do the dealings
Whole mind sеt different
Can't explain how I been feeling
My head straight hot, like f*ck all of these feelings
Need a b*tch who gon' ride, and moving 15 when we in it
Stay down till a n*gga winning, the type of feeling I been feeling
Free gang out detention, I'm with them n*ggas you be fearing
And I'm straight in it, 4 miles n*ggas I'ma get it
[Pre-Chorus: Duvy]
Hmm-hm, type of feeling I been feeling
Hmm-hm, is it you shawty I been feeling
Hmm-hm, can't be up in my feelings
Hmm-hm, man f*ck all of these feelings

[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that sh*t
Young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't f*ck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 2: LB Spiffy]
The type of feelings I been feeling
To hit a n*gga if he grilling
Homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink
This ain't how you wan' be living
I just stick with money itching
You n*ggas too focused on b*tches
Lil' n*gga catch a seat start the clock ticking
Lil' mama can't you see I'm on my riches
Lil' n*gga, lil' n*gga you don't really want me for my n*ggas
Lil' mama, lil' mama stop the drama between you and my b*tches
And there's enough sauce to make two of me
Tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry
Had to leave the b*tch
She ain't even switch, but I can't make her make a fool of me
Tryna build me a house with a pool and sh*t
So I can fill me and my hooligans
Come on lil n*gga we ain't new to this
A lotta n*ggas on my shooter list
A lotta n*ggas on my shooter list
A lotta n*ggas they gon' do you quick
My b*tch she bad ain't no Ludacris
Got a lotta money ain't know what to do with it
[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that sh*t
Young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't f*ck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, I'ma just live how it is

[Verse 3: Mar Guwop]
f*ck love and these b*tches I'm just tryna get rich (yeah)
These new n*ggas gon' switch, yeah
So a young n*gga gotta keep 6
My bros we getting these chips
f*ck n*gga mad I took his b*tch
On the road we making these nips
Better fall back my shooter gon' itch
Keep a rasta, yuh, he gon' shot yuh
Hit your block up, yeah
These n*ggas actors, yeah
Break down like fractions, yeah
Big bro gon' mop yuh
Big bro gon' mop yuh

[Chorus: Duvy]
Right or wrong I'ma ride for my clique
Know me I'ma grind for that sh*t
Young n*gga grip nice with them n*ggas who ride when it's lit
Back then they ain't f*ck with the kid
I feel the fake love when it hits
On some Err sh*t, f*ck n*ggas, I'ma just live how it is