How It Is

(Frank Joseph) Hmm-hmm It's Duvy, hmm Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique) Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right) Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid) I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is I'ma just get how it is Get thoughts about death is near Ain't no love shit, hmm-hmm If you live how I live, you'll tear Keep Miami Heat out here Ain't no rule shit, hmm-hmm They been knew it's unfair Man, fuck, we do this (do this) And it's so dangerous Them broke up buildings where we chillin' (ballin') There ain't no blaming us Them crooked coppers do the dealings (dealings) Whole mind set different Can't explain how I been feelin' (I've been feelin' man) My head straight hot (hot), like fuck all of these feelings (like fuck 'em) Need a bitch who gon' ride, and moving 15 when we in it (when we in it) Stay down 'til a nigga winning, the type of feeling I been feeling (feeling) Free gang out detention (out detention), I'm with them niggas you be fearing (fearing) And I'm straight in it (and I'm in it), four miles niggas I'ma get it (I'ma get it) Hmm-hm, type of feeling I been feeling Hmm-hm, is it you shawty I been feeling (bitch) Hmm-hm, can't be up in my feelings (no, no) Hmm-hm, man fuck all of these feelings (man fuck 'em) Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique (my clique) Know me I'ma grind for that shit (right) Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then, they ain't fuck with the kid (they ain't fuck with the kid) I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is The type of feelings I been feeling To hit a nigga if he grilling Homicides, lotta lives gone in a blink This ain't how you wan' be living I just stick with money itching You niggas too focused on bitches Lil' nigga catch a seat start the clock ticking Lil' mama can't you see I'm on my riches (Frank Joseph) Lil' nigga, lil' nigga you don't really want me for my niggas Lil' mama, lil' mama, stop the drama between you and my bitches And there's enough sauce to make two of me Tryna fill up my dresser with jewelry Had to leave the bitch, she ain't even switch But I can't make her make a fool of me Tryna build me a house with a pool and shit So I can fill me and my hooligans Come on lil' nigga we ain't new to this A lotta niggas on my shooter list A lotta niggas on my shooter list A lotta niggas they gon' do you quick My bitch she bad ain't no Ludacris Got a lotta money ain't know what to do with it Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique Know me I'ma grind for that shit Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then they ain't fuck with the kid I feel the fake love when it hits On some Err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is Fuck love and these bitches I'm just tryna get rich (yeah) These new niggas gon' switch (yeah) So a young nigga gotta keep six (yeah) My bros we getting these chips (yeah) Fuck nigga mad I took his bitch (yeah) On the road we making these nips Better fall back my shooter gon' itch Keep a rasta (yeah), he gon' shot (yeah) Hit your block up (yeah) These niggas actors (yeah) Break down like fractions (yeah) Big bro gon' mop yuh Big bro gon' mop yuh Right or wrong, I'ma ride for my clique Know me I'ma grind for that shit Young nigga grip nice with them niggas who ride when it's lit Back then they ain't fuck with the kid I feel the fake love when it hits On some err shit, fuck niggas, I'ma just live how it is (Frank Joseph)