Qon Vince - It is THE lyrics

[Verse 1: Qon Vince] Its my mind, Its the time Its the rewind, Its the dime Its the catch, Its the change Its the stretch, Its the strange Its the weird, Its the feared Its all the differences, the taught preferences Its the priceless Replaced by you asking what the price is Its how the dice is, And how the mice is Its the chase, for cheese The race of these, the pace of ease That tends to erase keys A lot to be moved to get heard Its that fly sh**, no bird Its that dry sh**, no word To describe, beside, absurd Its the for sho With nothing for sure'd Its how the popo The fuzz, the furred Its the dolo Its the way the world works For real dough King me an get served, just to say so Money cause what I get, I deserved money, cheese, and peso Cause of the fall off The get up, the set off The step up, the walk off The hell yup, the talk of The sell up, the way above The swell up, Just waiting for a shove Like the well yup Even if there's no love Its the what's up, the hell know The f**s up, the you "no" Its cause my lucks down though Don't give to f**s, how'd it sound bro Its the struggle, Its the strive Its the juggle, Its the hive Its the jungle, Its "how to survive?" Its being humble, But saying f** it, I've arrived Its the stumble, Its how the cookie crumble Its how the I feel when the sun low Its why a barrel is smoking gun though Its why if u give up your done fo' Its why your hearing this dumbo Like what the f** did you come fo' Honestly u didn't want it honest though But that's how it in when Qon in this yo Its the first shot, the last chance Its worst if not, you don't use your last dance Its the blow up, I got what I got Its the slow up, like why are you hot? Its the glow up, like lights in the spot Its the flow up, nights of pot Its the go up, at least that's the plot When I show up, beast in the spot Its the problem, Its like w t f Its the condemn, Its that last breathe Its the zen, Its the meth Its the pen, I'm the chef Here it is again, Check the left If you thinking u going right Take a guess, Or you just might Run into stress, A.K.A. that mind fight So no thinking less, Pull the string of that kite Your life and your mess, So with mine I write No stress, atmosphere is here, no bite, and no less