Is What It Is

(Southside)
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)

Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared
Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain't tell
What he said ain't gon' stick
Fly in, then you don't fuck
Then I'm not paying for your expense
I told him order that Benz
But send in back up, it ain't the kin
Niggas stick your hand in
Always ask for a hand out
I'm fucking up with my backend
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

I need that check right now
I'm in the stu' off the X right now, yeah
Rolling on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now, uh
We ain't gonna talk about drip
I'm in Chanel, you in Guess right now, pussy
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon' bring their poles with 'em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don't pull up, you ain't got your loads with 'em
These bitches be playing with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I'm selling drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions, yeah
Riding through the city in a Bentley
Could've been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley, uh
Turn up, realest nigga that you've come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killing shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be bragging on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon' stash it on you
You ain't gang, don't ask for money
O.T., they tax to join

Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared
Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain't tell
What he said ain't gon' stick
Fly in, then you don't fuck
Then I'm not paying for your expense
I told him order that Benz
But send in back up, it ain't the kin
Niggas stick your hand in
Always ask for a hand out
I'm fucking up with my backend
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

I'm standing on Cali with CCs
Gotta watch out 'cause they shooting up FEFEs
They told me don't go without being 'round killers
'Cause killers be watching these VVS
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be riding the weewees
His lil' bitch be tripping
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, thirty, I bust it down
Niggas won't lower the pounds
You vouching for clowns, you can't come around, pussy
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon' pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon' pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail something
Don't condone the violence
But if you gon' nail him, nail him 'cause they'll tell something
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don't go way into that
Next time don't have your kids with you
I'ma tell lil' folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?
I'm on the Lam' with three hundred guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon' get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon' get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain't tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don't know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was capping, tripping
Calling my phone, telling his business
I don't wanna hear 'bout no killing
And you ain't one of them niggas who killing

Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared
Back, back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain't tell
What he said ain't gon' stick
Fly in, then you don't fuck
Then I'm not paying for your expense
I told him order that Benz
But send in back up, it ain't the kin
Niggas stick your hand in
Always ask for a hand out
I'm fucking up with my backend
I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

(Southside)
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)