Under Rated Society - It Is What It Is (feat. F Jay) Lyrics

Put in the work ain't talk about it
Boy this shit was closed captions
Killed this shit for so long
Come to the funeral it's all closed caskets
Sprung on em while they sleepin on me boy
Just like it's a mattress
Put that work in a mattress, what you do when you trappin
Well my dad was a savage
Only worried bout the cabbage
Always lookin at the fashion
So of course you used to trap it
So of course you used to traffic
Live the life he imagined
I just want it old fashioned
Live my life so lavish
Hit my phone like blurp blurp
But what I'm gone need with that shit
Been in a relationship for 10 years boy
What I'm gone need with that shit
Why I'm gone need a new bitch
When my old bitch still a bad bitch
Ya'll sound just bout that shit
Yeah mmhhmm yep that's it
I ain't worried bout ya boys
And I ain't worried bout the noise
I ain't worried bout them toys
And I ain't worried bout the wars
I ain't worried bout no hall of fame
All I'm worried is they know my name
Put respect on my old hood
Boy that's a real old hall of fame
I ain't worried bout nobody else
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
I ain't never been a protégé
I ain't had nobody pave my way
I just put in the work
They still throw dirt on my name but
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
I ain't worried bout nobody else
I done did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Chandeliers on the ceiling
Wood grain in the range
That's the type of shit you dream up
When you came from the drain
Shouldn't have came for LK
Local niggas run the game
Shout out 1211
And my young nigga Trey
Malloy still on the come up
Young Saul goin hard
Midwest on the come up
URS lead the charge
East side like rugged
Shout out bro Don Vito
Nigga Wop be home soon
Come and holla at me bro
Gee Watts show mad love
Shout out for the beats bro
They done gone and let the beast out
Ace Hood with the mean flow
Never catch me on the slack
Bank account on creatine
My pockets flex like Terry C
URS a scary team
I ain't worried bout nobody else
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
I ain't never been a protégé
I ain't had nobody pave my way
I just put in the work
They still throw dirt on my name but
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
I ain't worried bout nobody else
I done did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Same niggas wanna come for me
Know I've been with it
Been with the shit, been sippin it
Smokin loud pack with my niggas
Never been no faker
No never hater but it's all in my face
Shit is contagious
My dad was a savage
Put hands on niggas
Like Floyd Mayweather
And I make them go and get the torch
45 extended glock, that's 22 shots
But I'm just tryna find a freakazoid yeah
The kinda girls that's looking for the young boy
That tote big toys
She know I get it
In these KC streets
I gotta move the bag baby
I ain't worried bout nobody else
Man it is what it is
And I did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
I ain't never been a protégé
I ain't had nobody pave my way
I just put in the work
They still throw dirt on my name but
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
Man it is what it is
I ain't worried bout nobody else
I done did it all by myself
Man it is what it is
Man it is what is is