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what it is - fredo lyrics

[producer tag]
jb on the beat

[verse]
i guess life’s what it is, had to grind for the sh-t
and spent time on the strip now they don’t like what it is
yo my diamonds are lit, spending time with my n-ggs
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 sh-t
yo the guys, they been shooting, still sliding and sh-t
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 sp-ce is really what i need
and n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 b-tches
and certain man are fake, i swear i’m tired of these n-ggas
you’re lying to yourself, and worse you’re lying to these b-tches
and lyca’s what the sim is
she be fighting for forgiveness
’cause i encouraged them young n-ggas 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 gl-ss 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

- fredo lyrics

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