It Is What It Is. (feat. Mama's Boi)

Don’t try to hide intentions Don’t try to make excuses Promise it won’t hurt my feelings I’d rather know what the truth is If it do, oh well, it’s out Don’t hold it in, just let it out If you too scared then stay in the house yeah, yeah Pull up on niggas, turns out they bitches Nigga hit the block, turns out it’s Kenny Thought I took a L, it came in front of 'ettuce What that mean? Turns out I'm winning Still repping 9 like the last damn inning I’m so me I got me tripping Known what it is since it’s beginning Even when I fall won’t catch me slipping What it is, what it ain’t When it ring, it’s f*ck the fakes What it is, what it ain’t Either way, it’s f*ck the fakes I don’t ever never never ever really take offense I been standing in my truth since I could stand up in a fit You could stand to benefit from Benadryl a nigga spit If all these fakers make you itch this that antihistamine Anti-histamine, misdemean if they intervene Damn that mister mean, missed the meaning if you in your chest I digress, if you ain’t digest, put that on repeat Take a seat, you might to sweat, what you expect from heat What it is, what it ain’t When it ring, it’s f*ck the fakes What it is, what it ain’t Either way, it’s f*ck the fakes Thought I was a hero Turns out I'm a villain Niggas say they rapping Turns out they pretending Hit the block once Get Quaan in the whip and Skrt skrt quick so You know we on a mission Fully auto, no jam When I'm spitting Jam a nigga up Go poof now he missing Talking out your neck Get your whole top missing Don't spare shit 'Cept the women and children Said it is what it is 'Til it is what it ain't Every time I touch the track I burn it down I let it bang Burning loud I let it stank Only chasing after bank Niggas hating from the outside Don't give fucks bout what you think Bitch Look, if y'all don't know what The song is about at this point It's just about Just be genuine, like I think that's That's i- That's what it's about Yeah that's it, that's literally it bro Just don't be f*ck What it is, what it ain’t When it ring, it’s f*ck the fakes What it is, what it ain’t Either way, it’s f*ck the fakes Tryna be a better man Without a middle man Or a woman just to stress Or to strain for my gain I’m in transit by myself I know I could ask for help But I am what I am If I changed I can’t tell