It Is What It Is lyrics

(Luke Bar$):
Walk in this b*tch I gave n*ggas a heart ache
Ion leave the crib too much, cause n*ggas too fake
I hate playing games, I hate the sh*t it comes with
You don’t catch me out with weird n*ggas in public
Last n*gga pushed my buttons he ain't breathing (alright)
Ion wish for death, but karma a real demon (yeah)
Ion share my thoughts too much they won’t believe it
Standout dawg, like most these n*ggas sheeps

Rather standout, with my pants down screaming f*ck the world (Yo)
Time running out can’t waste it on another girl
f*ck tryna save the world, n*gga only save yourself
They ion еver listen to a n*gga til he dеad something (Yo)
f*ck putting n*ggas on a pedestal
f*ck putting pus*y on a pedestal
Take your mama out the hood
Put her in a better home (yeah)
n*ggas too focused on the wrong sh*t
b*tches too focused on the wrong b*tch


1,2,3,4,5,6,7
n*ggas from the hood we ion know X3
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
n*ggas from the hood we ion know X3

(SAINT LYOR):
Wow I had to push up the volume
Crank crank crank sh*t up
They don’t make young men like us
I’m doin me I’m checking boxes on my hitlist
Don’t get me angry finesse with the quickness
I don’t do feelings I jus do business’
Cuz I know n*ggas don’t know better
Give a inch and they try take a mile
It’s been 28 months since I smiled n*gga
I ain’t holier than thou
But I’m now now now now (2x)

(Jiles):
Lil n*ggas in the hood don’t know better
Especially when they older brothers big steppers
Ma couldn’t afford a winter coat wore two sweaters
sh*t is all f*cked now all the rappers trendsetters
Was a bad boy, mama whipped my ass i ain’t like that
I don’t care get ya ass beat better fight back
Set the tone, never throw stones in a glass house
Watch the blind lead the blind
Imma always feel it out

(Felix):
Imma go in Saks, throw a hundred on the glass yeah
Imma push a Aston and ride it through the projects
Hopefully I crash, ‘for these n*ggas put a gat to me
When you young and black, they don’t never give you options
Run in place, guinea pigging life, you think you eating
What a day, don’t you move a step, I hear you creeping
What they say, the bread’ll be the root of all evil
When I ain't have no cheddar, tried swiss his whole tee shirt
And lately I been fed up, with the lemons they feed us
Tryna get my bread up, any weather, kick my feet up
I’m Yelling, free-us, all he wanted some sneakers
Something to eat, a honey bun, a little reefer
First of the month, WIC checks, give us a breather
Keep it a buck, they don’t wanna see us breathing
I know wassup, they fingers crossed, at them meetings
Now what it cost, for some knots and some peace bruh