Fredo - What It Is lyrics
[Fredo - What It Is lyrics]
I guess life's what it is
Had to grind for the shit
And spent time on the strip now
They don't like what it is
Yo my diamonds are lit
Spending time with my niggs
Free my bruddahs in the can
Spending time in the bin
I know you wanna come home and
Spend time with your kids
Me I been in the booth, I'm chillin
Writing and shit
Yo the guys, they been shooting
Still sliding and shit
But they tell me to be
Cool from riding with it
'Cause every time I step out
Man it's a Trident visit
Listen, and a case ain't really what i need
When I check it bro some space
Is really what I need
And niggas smiling in my face but
Hate is really what I see
I'm in and out of prisons
I'm in and out of kitchens
And gyal don't really love me
So I'm in and out of women
Mystro phoned me up
He said he's thinking 'bout a drillin'
Told 'em if he's tryna pattern it then
Come we go and get him
I'm just tryna get a mil
She's just tryna get a thrill
They go down on their knees and
Now I get the bill i guess I just gotta take
The good with the bad
I just lost 28 grams of cook in this pack
And the feds mashed my door up
When they're looking for straps
All these niggas got their arms out
Like they're looking for cabs
But it's just how the game goes
If I ain't dodging plain clothes
It's probably them lame hoes
I'm tired of these bitches
And certain man are fake
I swear I'm tired of these niggas
You're lying to yourself
And worse you're lying to these bitches
And Lyca's what the SIM is
She be fighting for forgiveness
'Cause I encouraged them young niggas to
Slide up in them dingers
I can tell you 'bout trap times
My heart broke the pot was hot
I tried to cool it and the glass broke
Standing looking at my sink like
I just lost a half-O
These times I was heartbroke
I swear that all my dargs know
I'm still missing G Dotz
While you're resting in heaven
We lost Amro young, I can't never forget him
There's no one to blame
But that's a terrible blessing
My youngens aim next
And that's a terrible wetting
Had to grind for the shit
And spent time on the strip now
They don't like what it is
Yo my diamonds are lit
Spending time with my niggs
Free my bruddahs in the can
Spending time in the bin
I know you wanna come home and
Spend time with your kids
Me I been in the booth, I'm chillin
Writing and shit
Yo the guys, they been shooting
Still sliding and shit
But they tell me to be
Cool from riding with it
'Cause every time I step out
Man it's a Trident visit
Listen, and a case ain't really what i need
When I check it bro some space
Is really what I need
And niggas smiling in my face but
Hate is really what I see
I'm in and out of prisons
I'm in and out of kitchens
And gyal don't really love me
So I'm in and out of women
Mystro phoned me up
He said he's thinking 'bout a drillin'
Told 'em if he's tryna pattern it then
Come we go and get him
I'm just tryna get a mil
She's just tryna get a thrill
They go down on their knees and
Now I get the bill i guess I just gotta take
The good with the bad
I just lost 28 grams of cook in this pack
And the feds mashed my door up
When they're looking for straps
All these niggas got their arms out
Like they're looking for cabs
But it's just how the game goes
If I ain't dodging plain clothes
It's probably them lame hoes
I'm tired of these bitches
And certain man are fake
I swear I'm tired of these niggas
You're lying to yourself
And worse you're lying to these bitches
And Lyca's what the SIM is
She be fighting for forgiveness
'Cause I encouraged them young niggas to
Slide up in them dingers
I can tell you 'bout trap times
My heart broke the pot was hot
I tried to cool it and the glass broke
Standing looking at my sink like
I just lost a half-O
These times I was heartbroke
I swear that all my dargs know
I'm still missing G Dotz
While you're resting in heaven
We lost Amro young, I can't never forget him
There's no one to blame
But that's a terrible blessing
My youngens aim next
And that's a terrible wetting