Ibn Inglor - What It Is lyrics

[Hook] What it is, what it ain't Check your end, check your bank Get your gold n***a, go Say what it is, what it ain't Tell these hoes this your soul, this your goal, this your motherf**ing Say what it is and what it ain't Say what it is and what it ain't (what it is, what it ain't) Say what it is and what it ain't Get your gold, this your soul Get your gold n***a, go [Verse 1] Bitter b**hes give props to the king This GawdsSpeed n***as on the rise, look at me Phillip Lim copped, on my neck is the hem And the En Noir, rec crouch with the timb's gawd' Living lavish with some average hoes Hoping that the master knows, master su caste, caste, the ba*tard knows That this path is but a challenge I rather ride a pa**age where women control my actions Higher cla** slum With a tighter hold, you feel the ash is cold And we battle yo, savage goddess, the oddest foes Apallo blue, the horns are blown The horses ah trample long as the waters shown The sword is hitting, some of you pose as b**hes The blood is drawn, b**hes ah hold my corpses Lord, with forces armed Arms across the courses gawd' You strive to hold us Long as you hold the porches all for us, lord [Hook]