What It Is

Lyrics

[Verse] I'm the kid your mama told you don't play with I'm the same kid that everybody hated But I made, it's outrageous, I was flamers Before I was famous, deadly and dangerous Young thugs wanna step in my trainers Ain't no regular statement, I be destined for greatness Road's not for everyone, black leathers on Tryna leave your head on the pavement All I need is a crib with a basement Every three months it's giving me flavours but I got no patience Don't shit where you live so I might try robbing my neighbours Bag full of notes, pack for the motes, used to sit in my Never mind, now I'm flipping the pages I ain't hit a mission in ages No excuses like I'm running with Eamon In the studio, late night, my kinda training Can't fuck with me and fuck with the pagans Loose lips had me stuck in the station Astaghfirullah, I ain't fucking with bacon Top chef, don't make me get blood on my apron Crazy how life changes, now my life's amazing Swap my energy for currency, that's what I call trading They think I been vacant, I ain't got time for vacation Since I got the PS5, I ain't played PlayStation I been gaining, maintaining, earning and learning Steady swerving the vermin I cop a crib in her name before I give her a Birkin Drive Paris in the German, shop Italian in France I ain't even checked the balance in the bank I just made another mill, I'll be real, think I gotta find another bank They in love with the gang, nuttin but champs in the camp I been fresh way before I came fresh out the tank I feel to run up in - and dun their dance, I gave - a chance Forget my jeans, don't make me get blood on my hands I made a couple mill from a deal so what's a couple hundred grand? But it ain't about the money, I had love for your mans Can't slow me down or fuck with the plans I ain't wanna drop, was waiting for the videos to land Game in my hand, I stay in command Now I don't trust a soul, I feel so prang Me against the world, I feel like Pac Probably shoulda did that track with Strandz [Chorus] I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees Rest in peace the real, free my G's Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece I don't know about vegan, give me the beef I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees Rest in peace the real, free my G's Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece I don't know about vegan, give me the beef