What It Is - Intellectual

[Producer Tag]

JB on the Beat

I guess life's what it is, had to grind for the shit

And spent time on the strip now they don't like what it is

Yo my diamonds are lit, spending time with my niggs

Free my bruddahs in the can, spending time in the bin

I know you wanna come home and spend time with your kids

Me I been in the booth, I'm chillin, writing and shit

Yo the guys, they been shooting, still sliding and shit

But they tell me to be cool from riding with it

'Cause every time I step out man it's a Trident visit

Listen, and a case ain't really what i need

When I check it bro some space is really what I need

And niggas smiling in my face but hate is really what I see

I'm in and out of prisons, I'm in and out of kitchens

And gyal don't really love me, so I'm in and out of women

Mystro phoned me up, he said he's thinking 'bout a drillin'

Told 'em if he's tryna pattern it then come we go and get him

I'm just tryna get a mil, she's just tryna get a thrill

They go down on their knees and now I get the bill

I guess I just gotta take the good with the bad

I just lost 28 grams of cook in this pack

And the feds mashed my door up when they're looking for straps

All these niggas got their arms out like they're looking for cabs

But it's just how the game goes

If I ain't dodging plain clothes

It's probably them lame hoes

I'm tired of these bitches

And certain man are fake, I swear I'm tired of these niggas

You're lying to yourself, and worse you're lying to these bitches

And Lyca's what the SIM is

She be fighting for forgiveness

'Cause I encouraged them young niggas to slide up in them dingers

I can tell you 'bout trap times, my heart broke

The pot was hot, I tried to cool it and the glass broke

Standing looking at my sink like I just lost a half-O

These times I was heartbroke, I swear that all my dargs know

I'm still missing G Dotz, while you're resting in heaven

We lost Amro young, I can't never forget him

There's no one to blame, but that's a terrible blessing

My youngens aim next, and that's a terrible wetting