Tings became an Itis

Lyrics

(Intro): Agh! Yeah! Itis, Itis, itis, Itis Yeah, Yeah Real tings, turn my mic up Wavy, You the coldest Coming back from a slump Listen, Okay! (Verse 1): One my bredrins, Dee Got caught up with men who loving to cuck Drop four bills a night just to see girls Running roosters amuck I know Johnny paying for his sins But he's down on his luck It's a sad, sad world we live in Was laughing at the convo, Really tings was nervous Told me how he bagged a baddie But all I saw was some baggage and bags Under his eyes from the late nights End of epilogue, Close the curtains, Damn! Don't you open up that window Is there really an antidote? To all these extеndos, Extention He told me how hе really was the plug, Plug for that Ain't tryna be hooked, lined up on a stinker Tomaeto, Tomato, The same fruit that you still bare This world gon' make a man out of you Stop barking up the wrong tree Because it's nuts out 'ere, Pause! Catch you (Cashew) outside how 'bout that? On the hold up (Interlude-hook): Ready to recover from this Itis, Never slumping back Notice the ball is in your court like I'm Kyrie running back To a time of amistad Have us running on our backs I don't even fuck with most these niggas, They depolarised (Verse 2): Everything since 2020 has been going south for a minute Clocking onto the sadisism From social media says so's which led to mental gymnasiums Acting like a golden child, but you ain't filling stadiums You a side line watcher Whilst I'm in the field, nigga Peep how man leave, then they wanna stay bitter And the icing on the cake, Y'all be lemon drizzled Zest de la zest Brothers advocate for dresses I don't even know how to address it When you post up for anything Then you gon' receive any kind of message I rebuke you in the name of Christ Is there more to confessions? Is there more to the leftists Even if tings be feeling right? What is right to a man when there's left of destruction? Thinking about the blow up in this, With a push of a button Maybe the industry radiculises my unction You think I could be too slick When there's war a foot in a bunion Going toe to toe with the best in this conjunction On the road towards success, My drive in abundance You can never fuck with M Waves This Tsunami soon coming Like the great Kanagawa Painting a picture for you ready to go and auction Once, Twice ain't gon' say it three times, Don't bother This is sibling love Even though growing up in a household that wanted to hold up it's own I'm the big homie to these little niggas Cooking rhymes like they're ramen They gon' never admit, When I pull the strings on these puppets Ain't no white lies told, I'm your Geppetto Whilst you wanna stay high and mighty on your stilettos Better heal and let and go And know what's afoot forreal Gang, Agh!