: It is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is, Hey, it is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is, It is what it is, What it might
It is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is, Hey, it is what it is, What it is, What it is, What it is, It is what it is, What it might have
money up, this cane is what we fuckin' slang And 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang [Verse 2: Fabolous] What it
it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
been told Cause you can no longer take on my wrath You been so true so faithful For your word I'm so grateful Your love is true And not what they showing
feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth It's just me against
down Plot and I watch, strategize, but the clock Is sayin time don't wait for nothin, it don't stop Crabs in a bucket make me wanna say fuck it Like pop
a liar Find a thief Through the lies and the blasphemy You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns
What's goin on, I don't know And then I sold my car For Grateful Dead tickets My dad yelled at me He grounded me He said I was a dick It was the worst
s like a cancer, you gotta get it early You don't get it early it gets to big, it kills you Nobody cares That's why you gotta cut it out Nobody cares
confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it
lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take
in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin! Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now
t None Of Y'all Mirror Me Back Yeah Hearin Me Rap Is Like Hearin G. Rap In His Prime I'm, Young H.O., Rap's Grateful Dead Back To Take Over The Globe,
you to cuddle, With demons inside me, what demon is not me, These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from feedin, And eatin and keepin it even
: He was a bore, a true chore and I still wonder why I ever wanted to see him more I know it is useless to complain all these years after, well... Thanks
