Just How It Is - Slimelife Shawty

Damn Dior
I say a whole lot of shit, nigga
I'ma stand on that, nigga
No standin' behind it, nigga
I'm slime, what's happenin'?
Yeah, you know

And I been on this road for a minute, yeah
They tryna kill me, yeah
Blemish my image
They hate I'm livin'
They hate I'm winnin'
They hate the real me
They hate 'cause I stand up
Ain't no bitch, I'ma make 'em feel me
Like every time, I ride 'round with hella nines
I ride 'round with hella slimes
Four pockets, I need every dime
Four pockets, I need all of mine
Watch how we all shine
And I been goin' through a lot of shit, but it's gon' be all fine
Nah, for real

Nah, for real, I ain't sparin' nobody
You dance with them, you will crawl with them
You stand with them, you will fall with them
Fuck you and you, fuck all of them
And they used to be my dawg 'nem
Who foenem grave that was bangin' slime? (On God)
But they didn't slide, they started switchin' sides
Snitch, he brazy, fuck it
Don't shoot no house, I'ma kill my man
I'ma up that bitch and bust it
R.I.P. Pop Smoke, when it's smoke, I pop (Grr, bow, bust it)
You would think it's Madden the way we had him scramblin' when we came through rushin' (Come here, bitch)
Real deal stepper, nigga
I'm something like Gucci, you like Jeezy
All that tweakin', big teethin'
Claimin' you a demon
Just lyin' to people, you misleading
We were slime before slime season
No brainer, mind keeper
Point-blanker, slime people
[?], he fryin' people

And I been on this road for a minute, yeah
They tryna kill me, yeah
Blemish my image
They hate I'm livin'
They hate I'm winnin'
They hate the real me
They hate 'cause I stand up
Ain't no bitch, I'ma make 'em feel me
Like every time, I ride 'round with hella nines
I ride 'round with hella slimes
Four pockets, I need every dime
Four pockets, I need all of mine
Watch how we all shine
And I been goin' through a lot of shit, but it's gon' be all fine
That's just how it is

Ooh, this glizzy peekaboo, if I spot 'em, I got 'em
Ooh, I might delete your crew, fuck 'round and drop 'em
Ooh-ooh, ain't gon' lie, I still be robbin'
I still be jackin', and I'm full rappin'
I can teach a nigga how to die in these streets
Shit, just come play with me, you will die in this beef
It ain't for no one to see, so I'm disguisin' my tweets
I'll be like, "Damn R.I.P., it wasn't never nothing but love from me"
Sike, yeah, I looked up to Slug
All in L.A. when they layin', I took off the plug, and I sold it to Thug, yeah
My right pocket sloppy, my left pocket cheesy
I'm sneakin' this fire in the club, yeah
Air that pussy out like linen
Malik tried me at Lenox
Almost got popped in Lenox

He ran, them facts
What we gon' [?] all the business
Kill the [?], all the politics and the opposition and the [?]
We slime niggas, niggas
Yeah, two B for life