it is what it is Lyrics

When you be up late and off the drink

Do I ever cross your mind?

Do you pass right by all the good ass times or just sit back and enjoy the ride?

I've been on my grind for a long damn time I guess I never had the time

Said you'd be right by my goddamn side and now you not even in my life

(tell me where'd you go, tell me where'd you go, what you talking 'bout)

Yeah it's back to the fix

The money the lust and the bitches

Step out with my bros and we fuck up the city

Them shots of patron going straight to the kidney, it's litty

Huh, I guess

Run through a check like I'm running through fifties

That retail therapy really addicting

I'll make it right back so I'm really not tripping

Aye, she trippin'

Saved you like a hero now you calling me the villain

Talking down bad on my name to civilians

Talking 'bout you love but you never love the vision

You trippin'

Woah, you trippin'

I could give a fuck what you saying I ain't listen

Fuck a new bitch go scratch her off the list

Bringing out my dog like a walk with the kids

Wishing I could grow out of this

Fuck it man we ball and it is what is

Paper getting tall like Porzingis

Get a check in The Bean like Kristaps did

And it is what it is

Paper getting tall now they wanna be friends

Seeing the result now they tryna tap in

I ain't really tryna talk, I just wanna make M's

You don't get to be goodhearted by accident

You be kicked around long enough and you get to be a,

A real professor of pain

I know exactly how you feel

And I also want you to know I'm having a very good time with you right now, and

And I'm really enjoying myself

Now you see, your not such a dog as you think you are

When you be up late and off the drink

Do I ever cross your mind?

Do you pass right by all the good ass times or just sit back and enjoy the ride?

I've been on my grind for a long damn time, I guess I never had the time

Said you'd be right by my goddamn side and now you not even in my life

(tell me where'd you go, tell me where'd you go, what you talking 'bout)

Creep in the night

But I still be polite

Business, it's alright

With me eyes on the prize

And the way you stepped in the dress so tight

And I see what I like

Because we're really alike