Patrick Wil - It Is What It Is (feat. Milehighuzi) Lyrics

I'm hearing the chatter I'm feeling the malice
It really don't matter you bitches so passive
Trapping with mans Yeah I heard that he tattle
You're cooking with Remy you're known for the rattin
I wasn't in kitchen with pot and the spatula
I was on pavement with knuckles and grapples
Avoided theatrics was straight to the bruising
The shit can get graphic like pics on computers
Discredit the rumors I'm quick to burn Bridges I'm feeling like Luda
Although it ain't Ludicrous
I like to weigh all my options subtract ones with reason and pick on the wild ones to humor it
Only Wesson's y'all be poppin is oil
Y'all some bitches I can sense through your aura's
Star Platinum how I just keep throwing the Ora's
The captain how they just comply to my orders
And when I'm on tracks it's like dropping a mortar
I stay with the keys like I'm mobbin with Sora
And that's on my father that boy got me soaring
But I am not Icarus that's what's important
And Thanks For Nothing got the motherf*cking title
You're trash I just saved 15 minutes like Gieco
If one of the gang come and say it's a problem just know that it's bound to go down like your Fico
I'm mindful of knowing to break out the cycle
Name bound to travel like Harden on gravel
Y'all trickle fibs in your music so often the shit just reminds me of parsley and basil

Got Patrick and Uzi and $ixth it's a movie
Heard your new shit and that shit wasn't moving
Know that you purpin goddamn its amusing
Come demonstrate what you say all in your music
Know that you bluffin, aint with all the static
Pose for the gram but wont let off the ratchet
Rock stainless steel, but you call it a patek?
It is what it is and this shit is a classic

C'est la vie i used to sell a v
I cannot f*ck with that jawnt if she celibate
I got that crown and it came with some enemies
Eat off my plate and they copy the recipe
It is what it is though moe what you expect?
Right foot on the gas and my left on they neck
Fifth of the proper put hair on your chest
And i wont even sweat if it ain't bout a check
Watch how i step move like a kappa
Know how to get what you need like a nappa
I'm on the highway with work in the back
Eyes on the rear view case feds on my ass
If they hit light then im doin the race
Before i leave town get my shit out the safe
I'm on another one sparkin gelatto
Thanks For Nothing i just live by that motto

Got Patrick and Uzi and $ixth it's a movie
Heard your new shit and that shit wasn't moving
Know that you purpin goddamn its amusing
Come demonstrate what you say all in your music
Know that you bluffin, aint with all the static
Pose for the gram but wont let off the ratchet
Rock stainless steel, but you call it a patek?
It is what it is and this shit is a classic

Call it a classic
Say what you will but just call me the captain
Call what I see and I'm seeing some actors
The sum of the matter you bitches are average

Feel like AI when folk talk about practice
G-Star my denim Burberry my fabric
I got a hat trick stuffed down in my mattress
Pour up a drink wash my sins like a baptist

I went from being unruly to prodigal son
That's just the journey and indication on how far I've become
Went from a burden to passing out Birkins
I'm guessing the purpose I serve is awarding

Y'all get a stack and you call it a milestone
I'm thinking foreign whips parked outside private home
We probably made your tuition off via phone here go the dial tone