Thats How It Is

[Intro: Slaine]

Here we go again

Turn my mic up a little bit, I can't hear myself that good, Stat'

How many times we gonna bang motherfuckers in the head before they understand, Stat'?

The chemistry is there

The drugs is here

[Verse 1: Slaine]

I'm afraid of no man but myself and what I might do

I'm afraid of no knife, no bats, and no rifle

I'm afraid of how I might react to cats, I might snipe you

Strike you, leave you dead with tubes in your windpipe, dude

Am I Satan's disciple? Jesus's homeboy?

Nah, I'm my own thing, I'm a king on my own, boy

And we ain't homeboys, we men

I'm society's sickness, writing with the poisoned pen

Now society's addicted to this Boom Bap noise again

Don't make me start raising my voice again, please

From reefa clouds to speaking loud

When the heat come out, I'm going out in a blaze while you peaking out your windows

Who's a villain? I'm your next-door neighbour

Ever since I was a minor, I knew I would be major

Came back from Hell, the hell raiser

Ever since I was a minor, I knew I would be major

[Hook: Slaine]

This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

[Verse 2: Tully Bantacain]

Yeah, a first night spinner in the place

While you're spending all up on that dinner date

A ten-minute late nigga still win the race

You all out of bounds, I'm all in the place

You acting all shy, I'm all in her face

She calling me sweet, you got that bitter face

I'm kicking ass while you're ditching class

'Cause my bars drop like bank shots when they hit the glass

Pushing and mushing the gas, moving hella fast

'Round the corner like Daytona, [?]

Used to look and laugh, shook off that kush and hash

Cold, tell a stank bitch to douche her ass

Emcees push me past the limit

Pass the spinach, I'll leave your mask cracked and dented

Your boy's well past the limit

'Bout to take your ass back a minute, back up in it

[Hook: Slaine]

This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

[Verse 3: Termanology]

Uh, I'm taking meth tabs in the meth lab

'Bout to knock out, right hook, left jab

Oh mane, I be measuring cocaine

So I know I ain't living to be a old mane

I'm doomed, all the shit that I consume-

In this little body, you couldn't fit it in one room

I'm having bad dreams, hearing guns boom

The bullet headed towards my face then it split in two

Guess I'm two-faced, Harvey Dent

That's why I drink a whole bottle and I'm hardly bent

Disrespect my name and I'm like "fuck the fame"

I'll still lay your ass flat, Tully Bantacain

On a track with Slaine, Stat' did the beat

Movie money, sports money, money from the street

My tongue in my cheek, that's where I keep the razor

'Cause ever since a minor, I knew I'd be major

[Hook: Slaine]

This is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)

So this is dedicated to you bitches and you hoes

Every day I'm sleeping, every night I'm doing shows - making dough

(That's how it is and that's how it goes)