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letra de is what it is - dallas woods

[intro]
mr. ek, mr. ek, mr. ek
i’m just a rapper, rapper, rapper
ah

[verse]
i’m just a rapper with a habit of slappin’ rappers for practice (smack)
title of the story, no happily ever after
you can test the waters, no parlay packed to the rafters
y’all don’t fit your profile, like a cat fishin’ disaster (woah, f-ck)
sleepin’ giant just woke up (uh-huh)
shy kid at the back of the class finally spoke up
motormouth, bite your tongue, or get your throat cut
these industry bullies didn’t notice they on notice
i need them to notice the peckin’ order, i had enough
what they projectin’ and accolades just ain’t addin’ up
we switch profession, no effort, so why they mad at us?
country boy in the states, term alabama tough
bomb squad
i’ll whoop your ass in your mum’s yard
ain’t got beef with anybody, ‘less they want some
my brother, where you been at?
legit, it’s been a minute
don’t talk about the hood, i asked around
you ain’t been in it
we far from law abidin’
we the reason they deploy the sirens
pressure got ’em leakin’ on the street like water hydrants
i guess ya pull a little different when you orbit giants
flow out of this world, no rick and morty science
if my arly and my bala, no subby, then change the subby (uh)
get lippy then get chipped by cuzzy, sh-t could get ugly
i’m not tryna talk that talk, my brother, trust me
gully ready to annihilate anyone who confront me
that’s my old chap
hardest in the city, that’s a known fact
leave your chin right where your nose at, brother know that
they told be me, brother, f-ck what they say (they say)
’cause if the truth hurts, haha, what the f-ck could they say?
you’ll never hear my bros yellin’ out, “gang, gang”
but i would take a bullet for them boys, it’s the same thing
need a little moonlight when you dancin’ with satan
only makes sense in a world godforsaken
leaders are racist (uh)
racists are leaders
first they undermined us
then overachieved us
i watched from the sidelines
i watched from the bleachers (woah)
learned from the students
but nothin’ from teachers
really what did they teach us?
so put respect on my name
used to think material and blow a check on a chain
i’m still looked the wrong way and get checked on a train
young ernie dingo bark and get smacked in the face, ah
[outro]
man, it is what it is
man, it is what it is
man, it is what it is
i’m the hardest in the biz, man, it is what it is
man, it is what it is (uh-huh)
man, it is what it is
man, it is what it is
i’m the hardest in the biz, man, it is what it is
(okay, uh)
man, it is what it is
i’m the hardest in the biz, i’m the hardest

- dallas woods

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