What It Is (feat. ThirdGen, Jon Jordan, rose the firebreather, Truth, Billy Shakes & Prime)

Aye aye What it is, I be Third, you know I hold it down Making the rap game jazzy like a black and mild Message to you fuck niggas, how you like me now Say I got the weakest puns then wanna bite my style Calling everybody out, guess you can say I'm wild If you building up a house, I'm finna year it down No handy-mandy trick, thieving on my bandit shit Swiper still swiping with Dora, that's my Spanish bitch Lyrically I come equipped, kill a nigga just for shits Giggle's on the side 'til you see I'm really with the shits Always steady making hits, throwin' jabs they finna miss, My lil' niggas on, love that feeling when I reminisce And this shit is what I live for Once I was a student, now they call me the mentor Love me cause I'm savage, yeah you finna hear me vent more Please don't get it twisted, tell you once that you don't want war Not a role model, still kicking in your front door Watch me grab the hammer, bang this bitch, like my name Thor Line up everybody talking shit, need I say more Watch 'em drop faster then some chips, that's connect four But for real, I be a prodigy Legend on the mic they should put me in the odyssey God like nigga, yeah they part of my biology Now people sorry for the doubt, fuck yo' apology Pass me the blunt so we can fuck up this economy Stupid high, chilling with a shawty named astrology Looking down and laughing at you niggas tryna follow me You fucking wave riders, hope you niggas drown and die at sea Yeah, but I'ma pause for minute now Think you finally get picture, you can put it up now ThirdGen be the illest rapper all around, Haters gotta pipe it down, love me and salute the crown What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be Ayo, look who's back, I made it, the mode is activated No longer isolated, my nigga, I am the greatest Blowing a stack in Vegas, these niggas can't tell me nothing Realest in the game, yeah, I'm part of the new discussion, brotha Ain't no quitting, the money is the motive When I'm with the squad, I keep the dynamite explosive Keep my mind open, bitch, I'm floating on the clouds Keep my circle small, I ain't fuckin with the crowds though Dribble motion, right, left, break both ankles Crispy on a plate, biscuit bojangles No thank you, good luck is not needed We win easily, highly ranked and top seeded Undefeated, won't stop, it's main thesis Never puzzled, I'll pick up the right pieces Top house, nothing less, really the truth is Call me Ron Stoppable, look at how big my roof is I can really do this, busy making music R.I.P. to Juice Wrld, my Dreams are staying Lucid Big fish in a pond, I'm about to prove it Yo, I can barely swim, but I sure can rock a crewfit My ex just texted me and my response was, "Who dis?" It's the last supper, I'm not sitting next to Judas 'Bout to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash Oooh! What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be Cut the Matrix open with a knife, now I got time on my hands Don't slow my treasure in this life, I know it's all made of sand It's struggling just to survive, I got a list of demands Pour my pain inside the rhymes so you can understand it's - Rosie with the quick slide, ayy, Rosie got the sick rhymes, like Somewhere lost in space time, or maybe out of my mind Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time All y'all gold material, up in the ethereal It's in my blood, artieal, kill the game, it's serial Sweet like cereal, infectious flow, bacterial Soley here for soul retrieval, shaministic imperial, so Let me introduce you to the newest revolution I've been heavy in my bag the latest evolution, like I got a lot of shit to say, but I'ma stop for now Words can be so limiting, leave room for the towel What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be I go through portals with the intentions of never coming back I'm tryna get you out of your bubble but I would say it's wraps And that's no cap, I'm the real deal, I only speak in facts Flip them racks, flip 'em then dip, then make them artifacts Push 'em back, call him a pussy if he resorts to gats You tryna fight, but I'ma be real, you don't want none of that I'm past this shit, and I'm not the type that will resort to quit So, suck my dick, all nine inches and don't forget the dip I'm on tip? Pass me the wine, I wanna take a sip I stay hip, and I peep game, so I am all for this Insane, I try to refrain what comes to my brain That causes me so many fucking migraines, it's mind games In my lane, I try to stay cool and stay spiritual Full access with no practice to the pineal It's all fun and games when you want to be number one Unless you're running for that starting gun, now run Bitch What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be Okay Yeah Yeah Yo Yo Yo What it is, what it do, it's Billy Shakes And these are the brakes, I got what it takes To make the earthquake in every room I walk into with doom My tune, my flow you know I go Psycho, American Not Christian, but Caucasian So, I guess that Bale's me out I'm sicker than most, flyer than most Higher than most, keep my momma close Love her the most, keep my momma close Yeah, you know I love her the most I'm in the Post like Malone, Mailman, special delivery I'm in the zone like 2-3, talking Beiheim, not Jordan Even though I'm the greatest, sporting jorts, and - None of the finer brands, no latest designer, man That shit is so minor, fam I keep it easy like Weezy but one letter before F, bless, yes Can't touch like Hammer, mind your manners, or I'll have ya stammering Grand s-slamerin-n, fuck i- What it is, what it do Bring a new batter in What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be What it is, what it do, what it could be Ay, ay Patiently waiting for someone to spit some better lyrics Go get your dog, bro, yeah, man, they gotta hear it I'm in my bag now, sorry guys, no reappearin' The end is near, my nigga, so get to fearin' 'Cause I'm a static, erratic, Patek attackin' assassin They say a rambler, I tell 'em I'm scattin' We in a lyrical fight, my nigga, I should tell you I'm packin' They say, "Prime, why you always end up spazzin'?" 'Cause I can't go out dummy, not funny, they wanna see me out Instead, I'm up on the tables hollering, "We cleanin house!" Knocking down everything, coffee tables and even spouse You think they hear me now? I think they hear me now