Regardless (feat. Lawrence Leon) - Fire in Little Africa, Jacobi Ryan & Young DV

Look, hey
I don't pander to shit
Make a plan when I wish
I expand what I risk
Seen you callin'
Hell nah
I ain't answer that shit
In my stance with my clique

My music jam in my whip
Ain't nun standard in this
Niggas got hella family I miss
Stick to the plan and don't slip
They gon' understand when I'm rich
Give a hundred grand to my kids
Vacation plans with my miss

All that patience got us this, ay
All that hating don't exist, ay
Light a candle it's lit, huh
I be off by myself
I define myself
I defied myself

Finna get beside of myself
All them whoopins now a nigga good, I'm
Reminded tightening my belt, look
I'll be minding my business
The demand supplied on my shelf, look
Shit was bad, bounced back then...

I took that walk & got my mind right
Yea
Looked at the clock it say the time right
Yea
Fuck all that talkin got my grind right
Why?

'Cause we gon do this shit regardless
Yea
Fuck that designer we wear targets
Targets
Another win I know they nauseous
Nauseous
We risk it all fuck being cautious
More risks
Yea

This is the passion of lineage
This is that kale cause I'm over the spinach bitch
Bigger than elk, fuck the venison
This is the Alpha, Omega, the Genesis
Revelation I'ma finish it

This the thesis for your sentences, yea
This your stains and all your blemishes, yea
This the pain of all my kin and them, yea
This is that front of the backseat
This responsibility like I'm a fuckin latch-key
Floatin on whatever when I drag weed

Rollin through the homa like I'm muhfuckin Bass Reeves
Fuck yo permits and yo boundaries
I'll have whatever I shall need
You gone recoup on yo foul deeds
I'ma pick up where I was when you found me, woah

Pressing da line on game
I done came up, niggas say dat I changed
Either switch up my ways or pick me a grave
Fuck what dey say, I just stay in my lane
Man I was raised on da Pine and dat Main
Niggas on water and snorting cocaine
Had to be different and get me some cake

Put on my team like LeBron with da Lakers
Or young P. Miller goin hard with the tank
Niggas don't work but wan eat off the plate
Fuck all dat talkin, I ball in yo face
'Cause niggas was hatin and saying I can't
Jump in da whip, now I'm blowing on dank

Big motor Chevys with trunk fulla bass
I asked God to make me da greatest
He told me, I gotcha just meet halfway
I'ma lil' dude but I carry my weight
Black and I'm proud baby watch how they hate
Black and I'm strong and I'm blacking out on all these

Haters, protecting my people that made me
Ride for my niggas and circulate paper
Bustin that choppa 'til choppas erase me
Fuck what they talkin dem crackers be racist
Don't give us Heaven then hell we gon' raise it