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it is what it is - van buren records lyrics

luke bar$:

walk in this b*tch i gave n*ggas a heart ache
ion leave the crib too much, cause n*ggas too fake
i hate playing games, i hate the sh*t it comes with
you don’t catch me out with weird n*ggas in public
last n*gga pushed my b*ttons he ain’t breathing (alright)
ion wish for death, but karma a real demon (yeah)
ion share my thoughts too much they won’t believe it
standout dawg, like most these n*ggas sheeps

rather standout, with my pants down screaming f*ck the world (yo)
time running out can’t waste it on another girl
f*ck tryna save the world, n*gga only save yourself
they ion еver listen to a n*gga til he dеad something (yo)
f*ck putting n*ggas on a pedestal
f*ck putting p*ssy on a pedestal
take your mama out the hood
put her in a better home (yeah)
n*ggas too focused on the wrong sh*t
b*tches too focused on the wrong b*tch

1,2,3,4,5,6,7
n*ggas from the hood we ion know x3
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
n*ggas from the hood we ion know x3

saint lyor:

wow i had to push up the volume
crank crank crank sh*t up
they don’t make young men like us
i’m doin me i’m checking boxes on my hitlist
don’t get me angry finesse with the quickness
i don’t do feelings i jus do business’
cuz i know n*ggas don’t know better
give a inch and they try take a mile
it’s been 28 months since i smiled n*gga
i ain’t holier than thou
but i’m now now now now (2x)

jiles:
lil n*ggas in the hood don’t know better
especially when they older brothers big steppers
ma couldn’t afford a winter coat wore two sweaters
sh*t is all f*cked now all the rappers trendsetters
was a bad boy, mama whipped my ass i ain’t like that
i don’t care get ya ass beat better fight back
set the tone, never throw stones in a glass house
watch the blind lead the blind
imma always feel it out

felix. :
imma go in saks, throw a hundred on the glass yeah
imma push a aston and ride it through the projects
hopefully i crash, ‘for these n*ggas put a gat to me
when you young and black, they don’t never give you options
run in place, guinea pigging life, you think you eating
what a day, don’t you move a step, i hear you creeping
what they say, the bread’ll be the root of all evil
when i ain’t have no cheddar, tried swiss his whole tee shirt
and lately i been fed up, with the lemons they feed us
tryna get my bread up, any weather, kick my feet up
i’m yelling, free*us, all he wanted some sneakers
something to eat, a honey bun, a little reefer
first of the month, wic checks, give us a breather
keep it a buck, they don’t wanna see us breathing
i know wassup, they fingers crossed, at them meetings
now what it cost, for some knots and some peace bruh

- van buren records lyrics

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