(The Regeem)
I've changed
The microphone though
Yeah, where my cup is?
(Mook got the keys jumpin')
If I don't do nothin', I'm gon' stay true and be successful (Be successful)
Granny told me that while she was on her deathbed, yeah
I became a holy vessel, I ain't never gave a fuck 'bout what the rest said (Said)
Lookin' at my seed up in her pretty eyes (Oh)
Cop a twee, some extra cheese and actually spin in time (Yeah)
I'd rather tell the truth than cease before I live a lie
I give your ass a table for a eat, but you can't sit at mine (No)
Nigga fall back from the streets 'cause ain't no love in 'em (Ain't no love)
OG told me he couldn't lean, now he ain't got a soul (Got a soul)
Put down this mic', pick up this Drac' and I'll rock and roll
In Houston, mispronouncin' all the entrees up at Papa Do's (Yeah, yeah)
I done heard a lot of no's
Still that youngin' thuggin' out the school, but on the honor roll (Oh, oh)
Spittin' like I got some shit to prove, I got a lot to go
I'm humble when I flop, but when I lose, I know the top is close (Yeah, yeah)
These silver plated niggas, they know June was made of solid gold (Oh, oh)
Hey, I'm who God done chose (Yeah), this shit inevitable (Oh)
Showin' up to all my kids appointments, that's respectable (Yeah)
They tellin' tall tales, I'm quick to turn into a vegetable (Oh)
We takin' out ourselves, I'm quick to serve you by the Texaco (Oh)
Yeah, so tell me right now, I'm the one that make it feel real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause in this lifestyle, it's a little harder for a real nigga, let's go
We throw up four fingers and forget to throw 'em (Yeah), let's go
Cross they index finger with the middle one, let's go
If lil' DeTray need it, then I get it done (Oh), let's go
I think he the reason I ain't get his son (Oh), okay
Gae, you were my brother, ain't no second guessin' (Oh), let's go
Brothers disagree, but don't you ever sweat it (Oh, oh)
Every time I get down on my knees, it's another blessing (Oh, oh, oh)
Big ol' AMG with fifty G's at the intersection (Yeah, yeah)
Losey stay with me, bitch, if you sneeze, you know he gon' bless it (Know)
Play that heater like a ho and see what come up out it
Head first, we divin' in that smoke, no, we don't run around it (Yeah)
Book me for a show, you won't promote us, send another thousand (Oh, oh)
Mokey drivin' slow, we got them poles in another county (Yeah)
How you poppin' when your hoe, she stay in public housing? (Oh)
I put my BM in the gold, she gon' thug about me (Gold, oh, oh)
Twenty-four years old, don't want nothin' closer than some love around me, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, oh-oh, so tell me right now, I'm the one that make it feel real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause in this lifestyle, it's a little harder for a real nigga (Yeah), let's go
We throw up four fingers and forget to throw 'em (Oh, oh, oh), let's go
Cross they index finger with the middle one (Oh, oh), let's go
If lil' DeTray need it, then I get it done (Yeah, yeah), let's go
I think he the reason I ain't get his son (Oh, oh), okay
Gae, you were my brother, ain't no second guessin' (Yeah, yeah), let's go
Brothers disagree, but don't you ever sweat it (Oh, oh)
Every time I get down on my knees, it's another blessing (Oh, oh, oh)
Big ol' AMG with fifty G's at the intersection
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