EST Gee ft. Rylo Rodriguez - IT IS Lyrics

(Ayy, who that?)
(John Gotitt)
Yeah, alright, hm
(Know what it is) yeah

Can't get the hood to turn on me, I'm who turned up the hood
I hopped out geeked, no gloves
Burnt the skin off my thumb, heat from that Draco wood (grr, grr, grr, grr)
Me and Rio was sayin', "We need to link the hoods for good"
And we did, Boppa slid with Spit and still cool with Sug'
He bust pipes, blind with no sights, it's unfair if he could see
I bought in 'em fullys, a quick five-second shootout
Been 'bout risks, me and Dre had went out West and grabbed the grow house
I been quit keepin' score of them lil' boys, but it's a blow out
If I get the feelin', make niggas think Covid, they ain't goin' out
Stash a .9 in my hoe house, she live close by where it go down
Ain't no way I never go out, 'less my pole out like my po' hard
And my lil' bro so anxious, spank shit up, look like he O down
It's me and Baby broad day through the A, 300 Blackout
Hope he know car pull too close I'm lettin' this whole sixty clip go out

Yeah, but that's just how it is when you from where I'm from
If he don't bump murder one, youngin still tote his gun
You in the streets for fun, scared to sleep when street shit get done
My mama shot at my papa man in the car when I was young
Know thuggin' in my blood, bein' the one in my blood
Gettin' that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come
I'ma make somethin' out of nothin', man, this shit's runnin' in my blood
Still made man, Con Life livin' from the hood

You take out your mans at the repast, you get a bonus for it (yeah, yeah)
Thinkin' shit was sweet, he took a nap, he in a comma for it (yeah, yeah)
She ain't fuckin' with me 'cause I ain't let her put me in her reel (for real)
The Hell I look like cryin' about a ho? You ain't even worth Denim Tears
You the type gon' take the deal (take the deal)
I'm the type gon' play to sell
I come from the bricks, so, yeah
You'll see a athlete make a sale (oh, yeah)
Throw your hood up, growin' up, I seen a fuck nigga whack a player
I don't need no prices, for no Tris, the Wock pint double sealed
Just hit way bigger than life, I don't trust no heart, these women alike
Your bro told, get rid of the mice
'Cause bro'nem spank a nigga ass on sight
I sip red, don't sip no Par (nope)
Thirty pointers, I feel like Ja

Yeah, but that's just how it is when you from where I'm from
If he don't bump murder one, youngin still tote his gun
You in the streets for fun, scared to sleep when street shit get done
My mama shot at my papa man in the car when I was young
Know thuggin' in my blood, bein' the one in my blood
Gettin' that monyon in my blood, fuck it, however, it come
I'ma make somethin' out of nothin', man, this shit's runnin' in my blood
Still made man, Con Life livin' from the hood