Kozzie Kellz - It Is What It Is

Too many times when you’ve been on your phone and you never called a nigga
Too many times when you’ve been on your phone and you never called a nigga
It is what it is
Yeah
It is what it is
It is what it is
I ain’t got time to go back and forth with you
You know I’m rocking
No I’m not a kid
& I’m not a dummy so baby stop fronting
You know how I’m coming
You did what you did
These bitches say I’m in my bag
But I’m just back on my shit
To legit to quit
Ima keep grinding til my time piece shining cause I’m trynna bust down my wrist
I like my blue hundreds crispy
She ride my dick like a 6 speed
Can’t fuck with niggas they envy
Middle finger to them pigs
We just trynna get it how we live
More money more problems
I guess it is what it is
Backwoods on me nigga no lumber
Plugs only shout out bro wonder
She wanna kick it but Im not a punter
Give her this dick watch she turn to a runner
Real nigga til the day I go under
Your bitch know for certain
Get her to the crib I’m closing them curtains
Cause she was flirting
It is what it is
People gone do what they do
I’m just telling you nigga don’t fall
Gotta stay on your shit
Gotta stay focus avoid all distractions
When paparazzi pop out taking them pics
I gotta get it my nigga I’m motivated by the struggle just trynna get rich
It is what is
I know niggas dying even as kids
It’s a cold world & you bound to get sick
Too many times when you’ve been on your phone and you never called a nigga
Too many times I kept taking them loses I had to stand tall my nigga
It is what it is
Trust me you get what you give
You know that karma’s a bitch
My uncle he dying to live
& I Stevie wonder why
Why da real niggas gotta die
Now I gotta wear a suit with the tie
God don’t make no mistakes
It is what it is nigga
I cannot lie
Big drip gotta stay fly
Smoke a zip now a nigga in the sky
Look down shorty hitting my line
But I don’t got time
It is what it is
I ain’t got time to go back and forth with you
You know I’m rocking
No I’m not a kid
& I’m not a dummy so baby stop fronting
You know how I’m coming
You did what you did
These bitches say I’m in my bag
But I’m just back on my shit
To legit to quit
Ima keep grinding til my time piece shining cause I’m trynna bust down my wrist
I like my blue hundreds crispy
She ride my dick like a 6 speed
Can’t fuck with niggas they envy
Middle finger to them pigs
We just trynna get it how we live
More money more problems
I guess it is what it is

Written by:
Markel Carey

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