[Mr.J1s]
Too much in the lens you ain't really him (uh huh nope)
Outside looking in shit is looking dim (it is)
We about to blow I'm a pull the pin (boom)
Send you to your maker better make amends (amen)
Think I ain't the answer better guess again
Staring death right in the eye shit is looking grim (wrap)
It's another hit take it on the chin (pow)
My niggas don't break we don't even bend (uh uh)
Yeah it's C.O.G the family (c.o.g)
It is what it is dog that's all that it can be
You can stop and Marvel like this shit was writ by Stan Lee
I been on my A game hope you got a plan B
But hey
[Chorus] (Mr.J1s)
It is what it is nigga (uh)
It is what it is nigga (uh huh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is
It is what it is nigga (uh uh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is nigga (whoa)
It is what it is
[ML]
This about to be thе illest time in life
Rеmote islands turning up you’ll reach by satellite(Yeah)
Dump a nigga right on sight snatch his baddie for the night
Hempsteady ready nigga yo that’s just the way I write(Grr)
We keep it gang we got the motivation everyday
Niggas wanting problems yo we solve em any kinda way(Doof doof)
Lacing up they shoes yo they looking like they came to play
Opposition better pray game plan in disarray(Disarray)
Got lumps of fat deposits looking like Lipoma
An we got stacks bread from Corona to Daytona
We graduating every year not needing a diploma(Uh uh)
Got hands on everything new age black owner uh(Uh uh)
Not mincing words and making sure you heard yo straight up
Soft motherfuckers get right and get ya weight up(Get ya weight up)
You wanna pull up then you better cross that bridge nigga(Cross that bridge)
I speak my truth yo it is what it is nigga
[Chorus] (Mr.J1s)
It is what it is nigga (uh)
It is what it is nigga (uh huh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is
It is what it is nigga (uh uh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is nigga (whoa)
It is what it is
[Aaronya]
Fuck the other side I’m on some silly shit
Young rich and hosted yea boy I’m on my Billy shit
Poppin wheelies down the southern state I’m on my Philly shit
Niggas tried to slide inside my dm on some drilly shit
I ain’t gotta falsify my claims my boy I’m really this
Talkin on the internet but niggas know you really bitch
I got 20 bands and they just sitting in my bank roll
I can’t love no goody goody bitch I need a stank hoe
She said she want a perky and Bottega and she’s good to go
Bouta give the gwaq 2 3 4 thousand in the studio
She said that she don’t want no R&B she want some Fivio
Foolio, YG, City girls, that young Nicki that stupid hoe
One thing bout perkies when they hit you feel no pain
And I swear I got them beans that make them bitches go insane
Hundred niggas all around me and they bouta go insane
Hundred bitches all around me and they wanna know my name
[Chorus] (Mr.J1s)
It is what it is nigga (uh)
It is what it is nigga (uh huh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is
It is what it is nigga (uh uh)
It is what it is nigga (yeah)
It is what it is nigga (whoa)
It is what it is