Regular
These rap niggas boring, I'd rather twiddle my thumbs
This rap money slow, gotta hustle to make funds
All I hear through my speakers is the same flow
The game over saturated, rest in peace to my radio
Whole world smoking loud, but can't support these babies
World Star and YouTube, is how these kids get educated
A sad case ain't it? Can't trust these niggas
And ladies are extinct, its only bad bitches
That'll fuck anything that'll sell them a dream
Or CD's, or whoever get em in the club free
Buy her new outfit for the club every weekend
But still stay with her mama, struggle to pay her phone bill
Addicted to that life but she don't recognize it ain't real
Living for tomorrow like you guaranteed to be here
Making regular moves expecting greatness to follow
Like anybody great was a follower
Man you gotta go and get it
Take your chances by the throat cause you don't get too many
So make sure you make the most of everything you getting
Or continue just being a regular nigga, regular nigga
Fuck it I gotta get it, nigga I got this
It's only business if it's generating profit
I can't accept just being regular nigga
I can't die just being regular nigga
Everyday's a new chance to chase what you'd die for
But you'd rather half ass with every move you take forward
Type a nigga, full time job but freeload off another nigga
You ain't real, that's flaw
These fake rappers ain't spitting bars, they spitting Dr. Seuss
Everybody got bricks and guns, but won't slang or shoot
On these microphones talking like you bulletproof
'Til them hollows feed your brain some thoughts that you can't chew
Now we'll be missing you, like your rhymes miss the truth
Lord forgive these regular niggas, they know not what they do
Believe more of what you see outside the music videos
Most 'em flaw as fuck while the cameras on
Ain't it funny they so thugged out
But when it get real, they nowhere to be found
You know them niggas that say they'll light ya block up like Christmas
But get they chain snatched like some bitches, huh
Regular niggas
Man you gotta go and get it
Take your chances by the throat cause you don't get too many
So make sure you make the most of everything you getting
Or continue just being a regular nigga, regular nigga
Fuck it I gotta get it, nigga I got this
It's only business if it's generating profit
I can't accept just being regular nigga
I can't die just being regular nigga, bitch
This rap money slow, gotta hustle to make funds
All I hear through my speakers is the same flow
The game over saturated, rest in peace to my radio
Whole world smoking loud, but can't support these babies
World Star and YouTube, is how these kids get educated
A sad case ain't it? Can't trust these niggas
And ladies are extinct, its only bad bitches
That'll fuck anything that'll sell them a dream
Or CD's, or whoever get em in the club free
Buy her new outfit for the club every weekend
But still stay with her mama, struggle to pay her phone bill
Addicted to that life but she don't recognize it ain't real
Living for tomorrow like you guaranteed to be here
Making regular moves expecting greatness to follow
Like anybody great was a follower
Man you gotta go and get it
Take your chances by the throat cause you don't get too many
So make sure you make the most of everything you getting
Or continue just being a regular nigga, regular nigga
Fuck it I gotta get it, nigga I got this
It's only business if it's generating profit
I can't accept just being regular nigga
I can't die just being regular nigga
Everyday's a new chance to chase what you'd die for
But you'd rather half ass with every move you take forward
Type a nigga, full time job but freeload off another nigga
You ain't real, that's flaw
These fake rappers ain't spitting bars, they spitting Dr. Seuss
Everybody got bricks and guns, but won't slang or shoot
On these microphones talking like you bulletproof
'Til them hollows feed your brain some thoughts that you can't chew
Now we'll be missing you, like your rhymes miss the truth
Lord forgive these regular niggas, they know not what they do
Believe more of what you see outside the music videos
Most 'em flaw as fuck while the cameras on
Ain't it funny they so thugged out
But when it get real, they nowhere to be found
You know them niggas that say they'll light ya block up like Christmas
But get they chain snatched like some bitches, huh
Regular niggas
Man you gotta go and get it
Take your chances by the throat cause you don't get too many
So make sure you make the most of everything you getting
Or continue just being a regular nigga, regular nigga
Fuck it I gotta get it, nigga I got this
It's only business if it's generating profit
I can't accept just being regular nigga
I can't die just being regular nigga, bitch
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Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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