My Name
(Oh baby, baby, baby, it's getting kind of crazy, it's getting kind of
Cause you are taking over my mind)
Look
Before I leave the crib she wanna french kiss
My black queen got the best lips
Calls me by my name no question
All my niggas fly at the entrance
Foreigns on freeways don't exit
Brooklyn born and raised no extra
Every day pray to God like Skepta
Pray to God like uh
And I was born on earth with a purpose
Came out the womb reaching for the surface
Had my mother cry like The Color Purple
It goes J. Cole or payroll
Take groupies out or stay home
Tryna marry a woman like Quavo's
Keep me motivated to chase pros
Stop wasting time on these hoes
Lightskin with finals wants the stress to lift
I dealt with so much pain feel like a masochist
Relationships been through them
Good, bad, both influence
She want a crib in Denver imma get that home
Put that on my chain, on my soul
Get her glass slippers no more dirty soles
Get her glass slippers no more uh
Look and I ain't hesitating, I'm coming through to eliminate (Get'em)
Just know a nigga ain't a featherweight (Nah)
This uppercut gone exclamate (Boom)
Make a nigga chin get renovated (Ah)
I told my niggas we gone beat the odds (Beat'em)
I told my niggas we gone pass the stars
Gone year for it, gone work hard, gone earn some
No take-backs we ain't waste men (Nah)
Any money made we flip that (Flip that)
She want my body full impact (Want it)
Straight to the bed no chit-chat (Keep going)
Never breaking up no Kit-Kat (Nah)
Her legs open like parentheses
I'm fucking up her ovaries cause I'm big league no pee wee
She want a baby like RiRi but I told shawty be easy, be easy cause (Uh)
All this money keep adding up but I swear nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
(Shit)
And all this money keep adding up but I swear a nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
Need accolades so I activate, crowds screaming my name with aftertaste (Aftertaste)
(I swear on God)
Look
And all this money keep adding up but I swear a nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
Need accolades so I activate, crowds screaming my name with aftertaste
Tryna be a champ like Golden State
Tryna be a champ like Golden State
Reggie
Cause you are taking over my mind)
Look
Before I leave the crib she wanna french kiss
My black queen got the best lips
Calls me by my name no question
All my niggas fly at the entrance
Foreigns on freeways don't exit
Brooklyn born and raised no extra
Every day pray to God like Skepta
Pray to God like uh
And I was born on earth with a purpose
Came out the womb reaching for the surface
Had my mother cry like The Color Purple
It goes J. Cole or payroll
Take groupies out or stay home
Tryna marry a woman like Quavo's
Keep me motivated to chase pros
Stop wasting time on these hoes
Lightskin with finals wants the stress to lift
I dealt with so much pain feel like a masochist
Relationships been through them
Good, bad, both influence
She want a crib in Denver imma get that home
Put that on my chain, on my soul
Get her glass slippers no more dirty soles
Get her glass slippers no more uh
Look and I ain't hesitating, I'm coming through to eliminate (Get'em)
Just know a nigga ain't a featherweight (Nah)
This uppercut gone exclamate (Boom)
Make a nigga chin get renovated (Ah)
I told my niggas we gone beat the odds (Beat'em)
I told my niggas we gone pass the stars
Gone year for it, gone work hard, gone earn some
No take-backs we ain't waste men (Nah)
Any money made we flip that (Flip that)
She want my body full impact (Want it)
Straight to the bed no chit-chat (Keep going)
Never breaking up no Kit-Kat (Nah)
Her legs open like parentheses
I'm fucking up her ovaries cause I'm big league no pee wee
She want a baby like RiRi but I told shawty be easy, be easy cause (Uh)
All this money keep adding up but I swear nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
(Shit)
And all this money keep adding up but I swear a nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
Need accolades so I activate, crowds screaming my name with aftertaste (Aftertaste)
(I swear on God)
Look
And all this money keep adding up but I swear a nigga don't have enough
Working so hard got callouses, need my bank looking like calculus
Need accolades so I activate, crowds screaming my name with aftertaste
Tryna be a champ like Golden State
Tryna be a champ like Golden State
Reggie
Credits
Writer(s): Raushan Girard-isaac
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