How it is

[Verse] Yeah yeah Look She said her ex wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit, one before that wasn't shit How you navigate to the same shit? You always gravitate to the same dick She said I'm just like every guy, how you know 'bout every guy? Maybe only all the niggas you've met Look, she wanna be a housewife, but don't know what a home is She want a soul mate, but don't know where her soul is Now, what are we supposed to date or procreate, shit? Well, I guess, I suppose that ass supposed to shake What is love? How many dates? How many texts? How many compliments does it take? You know this, you know this world ain't shit, but still, you smile even with a fake grin Maybe it's something in your mind you can't shape Maybe it's something in your heart they can't break Now, look she know how I feel about her, she do what she wanna do I know how she feel about me, I move how Mohammed move Couldn't leave if I wanted too Yeah, look You want love? What the fuck is that? Love is how you feel, regardless how they treat you back, yeah Frequencies above anything negative Big up yourself, the same you did the 44th president You can't love the culture and hate the people Embrace the flaws, elevate what you call evil Nigga, I mastered the shit, I mastered the shit Like when Pac shot them cops that was attacking his camp Would you let your bitch look through your phone? Alone? Fuck all that pretentionship, get you a real nigga with no censorship Tough conversations to have, type of conversations make you pack all of your bags Well if it's meant to be, then it'll be The truth will come to the light, eventually So quit up, all that fake shit, quit all that flaw shit, quit all that fluke shit, get off that tough shit, let's have a talk shit We on this art shit, yeah, owning boss shit And we ain't gotta have a baby I like it being me and you When you weep, you kinda cute What we watching, season one, season two? And I don't really want no fairytales Still, I wanna fall in love like the fairytale, still We can do this shit without no training wheels, real On some Kemet shit, Heru take the wheel That bitch, my bitch, that's my bitch I feel like I got the baddest bitch in Atlanta I feel like I got the baddest bitch in the world I feel like, I feel like that's my queen, not a girl I feel like, I feel like I'm the king of the world I feel like, I feel like that's my queen, not a girl And if you feel like how I feel, then you're lucky as me But what the fuck is luck? This shit was destined to be, yeah Now, what is love? Now, what is love? So, what is love? Yeah, yeah You can tug, you can tug, but jealousy ain't love Jealousy ain't love Just 'cause you feeling reckless, don't mean that it's really love The tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks up You can tug, you can tug, jealousy ain't love Jealousy ain't love Just 'cause you feeling reckless don't mean that it's really love The tendency for dysfunction eventually breaks up, it breaks up Bandz