IT IS (Explicit)

IT IS (Explicit) - EST Gee/Rylo Rodriguez

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Ryan Preston Adams/John Carlos Ramirez/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Matthew Robinson

Composed by：George Stone III/Ryan Preston Adams/John Carlos Ramirez/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/Matthew Robinson

Produced by：JOHNGOTITT/FOREVEROLLING/Mattazik Muzik

Ayy who that John gotitt

Yeah alright mmm know what it is

Can't get the hood to turn on me

I'm who turned up the hood

I hopped out geeked no gloves burnt

The skin off

My thumb heat from that draco wood

Me and red was sayin'

We need to link the hoods for good

And we did bopper slid with spit

And still cool with suge

He bust pipes ridin' with no sights

It's unfair if he could

See I brought in them fullies

A quick five-second shootout

Been 'bout risks since me and

Dre had went out

West and go out the go house

I been quick keep the score over 'em

Lil' boys but it's a blowout

If I get the feelin' make niggas think

Cold but they ain't goin' out

Stash a nine in my ho house she live

Close by where it go down

Ain't no way I'll never go out 'less my pole

Out like my pole hard

And my lil' bro so anxious spank **** up

Look like he owed down

It's me and baby broad day threw

That eight 300 blackout

Hope he know car pull too close

I'm lettin' this whole sixty clip go out

Yeah but that's just how it is

When you from where I'm from

Could be on bond for murder one

Youngin still tote his gun

You in the streets for fun scared

To see when street **** get done

My mama shot at my pop with me

In the car when I was young

Know thuggin' in my blood been

The one in my blood

Gettin' that monyon in my blood ****

It however it come

I'ma make somethin' out of nothin'

Know this **** been in my blood

Still made man con life livin' from the hood uh

You take out your man repast you get

A bonus for it yeah yeah

Thinkin' **** was sweet he took a nap

He in a coma for it yeah yeah

And she ain't ******* with me 'cause

I ain't let her put me in her reel for real

The hell I look like cryin' about a ho

Who ain't even wear denim tears denim tears

You the type gon' take the deal

Take the deal I'm the type gon'

Play the sale play the sale

I come from the bricks oh yeah

You gon' see a athlete make a sale oh yeah

**** your hood up growin' up I seen a

**** nigga whack a player

I don't need no prices for no tris the

Wock' pint double sealed

**** here way bigger than life

I don't trust no one heart only women I like

Yeah your bro told get rid of the mice

Bro and 'em spank a nigga on sight

Hi-tech red don't sip no par nope

Thirty points I feel like ja

Yeah but that's just how it is

When you from where I'm from

Could be on bond for murder

One youngin still tote his gun

You in the streets for fun scared

To see when street **** get done

My mama shot at my pop with me

In the car when I was young

Know thuggin' in my blood bein'

The one in my blood

Gettin' that monyon in my blood

**** it however it come

I'ma make somethin' out of nothin'

Know this **** been in my blood

Still made man con life livin' from the hood uh