Lyrics What It Is - Little Dee, Frisco, Snowy Danger

What It Is

Oi, I swear that’s the feds
Oi, put your seatbelt on, fam
Oi, take off your hat, take off your hat
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, fuck up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like «nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is»
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is
I’ve got feds behind me and I’m nervous
But I know that I ain’t done nuttin' wrong
Check the irony, feds getting away with murder
Same old song
Just another day in the jungle
Out here’s like a royal rumble
I’m out here tryna enjoy life
At the same time tryna be humble
Life, I attack that, strap in the backpack
In case man wanna act bad, Boy Better Know
It’s going off like Afghan, man are walking around
Talking about their this and their that, fam
I don’t wanna be part of that gang
Kill an MC with words, hangman
Boot off a soundboy’s head, Van Damme
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, fuck up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like «nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is»
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is
Well, when I’m on a riddim
Me, fall off?
Well, that’s what it isn’t
Man can’t tek me for no Pot Noodle
If you heard that he boiled me, he didn’t
Oh no, he didn’t say what I thought he said
What?
I beg a man speak up
Oh, you’re mad cuh we’re putting UK on the map
And you niggas can’t keep up, move up
I will take MCs to the cleaners
We get it done, you man are just dreamers
2015, didn’t drop nuttin'
Just know I was killing them features
Yeah, cause that’s what it is
I will come see you if that’s what it is
But more time I just do my ting
And get P, my G, cause that’s what it is
I’m fully legit but the feds
Got me feeling like I done something wrong
You should’ve seen the look on her face
When I told her where I’m from
Everybody in a rat race for the top
Man, it’s the same old song
They wanna skew man, chew, man’s moving sho
They wanna know what I’m on but
Sorry, that’s what it is
Boy Better Know, fam, that’s what it is
Come through, fuck up the ting, no long ting
Rudeboy ting, yeah, that’s what it is
Man are like «nah, fam, don’t diss Frisco
He’s a madman, man know what it is»
I’ve gotta do my ting for my kid
So works haffi run, fam, that’s what it is