That's Just What It Is

Nate Rose

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    Nate Rose
    oh, yeah I'm finna pop
    Yeah baby hit the spot
    Next summer in some dippin' dots
    Jackpot sound comin' at you
    Through a different slot
    You can try your luck
    But end up missing from my liver shot

    Ooh yeah, oh baby it's my season
    Straight up out the water
    I'm so well, I'm artesian
    Ya girl in my DM
    Every time suspicion hit you
    Ask about that shit
    Gon' swear to God she got amnesia

    Even if she taken I might still come for her
    Like my name was Liam Neeson
    I don't do no beatin' around the bush
    That's a double entrendre
    Bitch you wouldn't get it
    If you studied it for weekends
    I'ma put a pause
    Every rapper out here rappin' like
    They got it all, on God I'm so poor

    If I don't get the recognition now, that's okay
    Because my hustle real strong, I could ball
    Late to a bar or club packed wall to wall
    Spring back on 'em 'cause I know
    Sum'll win and sum'll fall

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    Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall
    Yeah I'm so seasoned bitch, I can do it all
    Yuh, I can sell water to a fish
    I can tell your girl
    "Go and bend it over quick"
    She gon' hit the floor
    Tell her she can take it if she want it
    Bet you all the money that I got up in my pocket
    She gon' hit a lick

    That's just what it is
    That's just what it is
    I ain't gotta lie to you
    That's just what it is
    That's just what it is
    I ain't gotta lie to you
    You ain't gotta ask

    You could tell, you could smell
    YSL, when I step into the office with my clientele
    I can tell you a joke, might as well
    Entertain me like Chappelle
    You so thirsty for attention
    In the dessert you could find a well
    Alive and well, I'm fly as hell, yeah okay

    My fanbase like ICP
    And tell Al' gimme R.E.S.P.I.C. t
    I like my leaf water hot, that's no icey tea
    My I.Q. look like I'm out of an Ivy League
    My swag drip like I'm comin' out of IV please
    My shot a cross between CP3 and NYPD

    Yeah that's just what it is
    That's just what it is
    I ain't gotta lie to you
    That's just what it is
    That's just what it is
    I ain't gotta lie to you
    Nuh, okay okay
    Okay, okay

    Spittin' my venom an' takin' 'em-
    I'm jus' playin'

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