It Is What It Is / Closing Statements

Life's good

I'm getting what I deserve

No hand outs, everything I got I earned

I'm the bag

Can't fumble myself

I know they mad

But I can't humble myself

Spent a bunch of honey buns on a belt

More light shit

Done with the being nice shit

Circle small cause **** be on snaking and on mice shit

Back to getting money

I do the day and the night shift

Mary jane got me seeing nothing but my eye lids

I'm so high now

I'm tryna climb down

She wanna see what we be on

She tryna find out

But I can't let her get too close, you know the op style

That's why when bitches do I approach, I'm halfway hostile

For a bag of that designer you'll get crossed out

Lyrically I'm lost now

Tried to see how many hoes it was and lost count

Even after over half of em got tossed out