Is What It Is

Yea MmmmmHmmmm You gotta be down for me like Bin Laden's secretary MmmmHmmmm You cant even get to me Im too high bitch cant sit with me Living my best life cant live with me Surprised you even remember me Did some fake shit iWon't forgive Cant let you in on touchin bands You chose your side now ride with them It hurt my pride i'm right with in The grass was never greener You fucked with my demeanor My kids say i'm meaner See now iSee i don't need it Cut it off iWont miss it Could never meet me in the middle Headed 2 separate directions I miss the love and affection Gave me a reason to spoil Gave me a reason to trust Low balance low of lust Had all that iNeed You got all the iWant Now im sippin Dusse Chain smoking blunts No rearview mirrors in the front Put you first for you to front Please don't miss read the font hoe Bitch go do what you want Yea Bitch go do what you want Why Would I Show You Somethen New So You Can Show A Nigga That Never Knew Not Tryna Give You The Run Arounds But Theres A Certain Way I Move Around I mean If Aint No Money Was Involed Why You Was On Da Phone Wit Em How You Say You Was Made For Me When You Do Shit That Angers Me How You My Bitch In The Presence Of The Next Nigga Told You When I Get In My Feelins Ima Treat You Like My Other Bitches Prayed For A Nigga Like And Must Of Forgot What You Prayed For Them Games You Playing I Already Played All Those Running round wit tic tac da mack