Lil' O - It Iz What It Iz lyrics

Whoa, so you n***az think you know me huh As a child I was told, that I had to bubble I’m the son of a African, I had to hustle Even though my dad had bread, man I had to struggle He told me son the pain’ll make you a man, I understand Cause now that I’m grown, executing my plan Sitting on my balcony, overlooking my land I realized, why he never put it all in my hand Cause if I grew up thinking life was easy, I would be damned Now it’s big body Benz, 22 inch fan Looking in the mirror, screaming god damn I’m the man Kinda like a running back, man I rush for them yards If I ain’t slanging soft, then I’m shuffling hard Imagine young n***a smoking weed, guzzling barre With a bad lil’ bopper b**h, up in the car Ever since 15, I been thugging this hard If they say sky’s the limit, then I’m touching the stars Man it kinda remind ya, a black Scarface Man that boy is a grinder, you punks don’t understand how I did it [Chorus:] See it is what it is, and I am what I am Everything I went through, made me a man Look how far a n***a came from, back in the grams It is what it is, and I am what I am It is what it is, and I am what I am Everything I went through, made me a man I’m a don, Fat Rat with the cheese I’m the one Ten minus nine, man I stay on the grind You ain’t gotta ask, I’m doing fine I’ma keep my lights on, n***a bottom line If I itch then I scratch, go get it come back with it Bring it back, boys talking down saying this n***a that But f** what they talking man, I’m six figgas flat Seventeen years old scoring bricks, this a fact n***a, you can ask about me Like the time I swallowed dope, they pumped the crack up out me Shootouts, boys tried to blow the back up out me I’m a stand up n***a gotta k** me, if you wanna get some stacks up out me [Chorus] n***a Braeswood was hell n***a we addicted to the pyrex and scale, the boys moved yale I’m one of the last, to live and tell Cause most of the O.G.’s, dead or in jail It was real on the West, jump out of line we put the steel on your chest The game brought me pain, but yet I still feel I’m blessed Cause I lived to talk about it When I stepped in my cell, I knew I’d walk up out it Never knew that one day, I’d write a song about it Seeing boys turn snitch, like nothing wrong about it To all my dogs in the feds, yelling Southside man only rolling red Lil’ O love you, man you boys hold ya head [Chorus] I’m a don…