Quaan - It Is What It Is. (feat. Mama's Boi) Lyrics

Don't try to hide intentions
Don't try to make excuses
Promise it won't hurt my feelings
I'd rather know what the truth is
If it do, oh well, it's out
Don't hold it in, just let it out
If you too scared then stay in the house
Yeah, yeah
Pull up on niggas, turns out they bitches
Nigga hit the block, turns out it's Kenny
Thought I took a L, it came in front of 'ettuce
What that mean?
Turns out I'm winning
Still repping 9 like the last damn inning
I'm so me I got me tripping
Known what it is since it's beginning
Even when I fall won't catch me slipping
What it is, what it ain't
When it ring, it's f*ck the fakes
What it is, what it ain't
Either way, it's f*ck the fakes
I don't ever never never ever really take offense
I been standing in my truth since I could stand up in a fit
You could stand to benefit from Benadryl a nigga spit
If all these fakers make you itch this that antihistamine
Anti-histamine, misdemean if they intervene
Damn that mister mean, missed the meaning if you in your chest
I digress, if you ain't digest, put that on repeat
Take a seat, you might to sweat, what you expect from heat
What it is, what it ain't
When it ring, it's f*ck the fakes
What it is, what it ain't
Either way, it's f*ck the fakes
Thought I was a hero
Turns out I'm a villain
Niggas say they rapping
Turns out they pretending
Hit the block once
Get Quaan in the whip and
Skrt skrt quick so
You know we on a mission
Fully auto, no jam
When I'm spitting
Jam a nigga up
Go poof now he missing
Talking out your neck
Get your whole top missing
Don't spare shit
'Cept the women and children
Said it is what it is
'Til it is what it ain't
Every time I touch the track
I burn it down
I let it bang
Burning loud I let it stank
Only chasing after bank
Niggas hating from the outside
Don't give f*cks bout what you think
Bitch
Look, if y'all don't know what
The song is about at this point
It's just about
Just be genuine, like I think that's
That's i- That's what it's about
Yeah that's it, that's literally it bro
Just don't be f*ck
What it is, what it ain't
When it ring, it's f*ck the fakes
What it is, what it ain't
Either way, it's f*ck the fakes
Tryna be a better man
Without a middle man
Or a woman just to stress
Or to strain for my gain
I'm in transit by myself
I know I could ask for help
But I am what I am
If I changed I can't tell