What It Is

[Hook] What it is, what it ain't Check your end, check your bank Get your gold nigga, go Say what it is, what it ain't Tell these hoes this your soul, this your goal, this your motherfucking 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 nigga, go [Verse 1] Bitter bitches give props to the king This GawdsSpeed niggas 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 bastard knows That this path is but a challenge I rather ride a passage where women control my actions Higher class 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 bitches The blood is drawn, bitches 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]