What It Is - Little Dee, Frisco, Snowy Danger

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