Regular (feat. WaveyyBeats)
Nah I ain't regular
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
And when I'm rapping on the mic I'm raising temperatures
They ask if I'm okay I don't really talk to questioner
I'm only getting money I don't even see competitors
I'm getting what I want I'm living life, I ain't no amateur
We ain't the same I be elite
But I know you tired
Don't contraband I know yo team
They always telling lies
Y'all hang with fakes, Don't know that league
Never switching sides
And I can tell just who you be
Fucking up the vibe
Father Saint got plenty rings and girl she likes
But she gets angry when sing cause I'm the violent type
Got Windy City blood in my me I shown it thru the mic
Gon catch me up in Midwest dispo, Green light OG vibe
When I was young got in a system for some petty crimes
I didn't change what I be smoking cause it's legalized
I knew some people switching up so I be cutting ties
Only loyal to my fam, my girl, my money why cause
Nah I ain't regular
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
And when I'm rapping on the mic I'm raising temperatures
They ask if I'm okay I don't really talk to questioner
I'm only getting money I don't even see competitors
I'm getting what I want I'm living life, I ain't no amateur
I ain't no amateur go ask yo chick I handled her
Sike I abandoned her ain't got time for regulars
Hell nah ain't stamping her she fucked it with her character
And I ain't mad at her but don't waste my time metaphor
Father Saint I'm to OP when I'm drinking off that hen
R.I.P to anything that gon push me off the edge
All my childhood homie be family don't leave them back
But some switched up so I be treating them like if they dead
I Don't give a fuck if ain't you with my team can't talk like friends
I'm never lacking son cause I got enemies plotting revenge
Can't say you popping off cause you always hiding up in the back
Lose ends I tie' em up don't got time for no one besides my main causes
Nah I ain't regular
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
And when I'm rapping on the mic I'm raising temperatures
They ask if I'm okay I don't really talk to questioner
I'm only getting money I don't even see competitors
I'm getting what I want I'm living life, I ain't no amateur
We ain't the same I be elite
But I know you tired
Don't contraband I know yo team
They always telling lies
Y'all hang with fakes, Don't know that league
Never switching sides
And I can tell just who you be
Fucking up the vibe
Father Saint got plenty rings and girl she likes
But she gets angry when sing cause I'm the violent type
Got Windy City blood in my me I shown it thru the mic
Gon catch me up in Midwest dispo, Green light OG vibe
When I was young got in a system for some petty crimes
I didn't change what I be smoking cause it's legalized
I knew some people switching up so I be cutting ties
Only loyal to my fam, my girl, my money why cause
Nah I ain't regular
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
And when I'm rapping on the mic I'm raising temperatures
They ask if I'm okay I don't really talk to questioner
I'm only getting money I don't even see competitors
I'm getting what I want I'm living life, I ain't no amateur
I ain't no amateur go ask yo chick I handled her
Sike I abandoned her ain't got time for regulars
Hell nah ain't stamping her she fucked it with her character
And I ain't mad at her but don't waste my time metaphor
Father Saint I'm to OP when I'm drinking off that hen
R.I.P to anything that gon push me off the edge
All my childhood homie be family don't leave them back
But some switched up so I be treating them like if they dead
I Don't give a fuck if ain't you with my team can't talk like friends
I'm never lacking son cause I got enemies plotting revenge
Can't say you popping off cause you always hiding up in the back
Lose ends I tie' em up don't got time for no one besides my main causes
Nah I ain't regular
Ya people acting like y'all really know me shoot the messenger
I'm fucking with your city got my money, don't need editors
I got so many wins lil boy you a passenger
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Writer(s): Santos Torres
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