So Regal

I ain't got nun' legal
In a new location
Sandals, beaches, really ain't think I'd make it
Random people staring too much, they're vacant
Land of the sealed up backwoods, I don't even think they'd save me, nah

I smoke too much, I really be going up daily
I'm with a bad bitch, she do what I say therefore I be knowing she crazy
We getting fucked up, you pourin' up fourty, I'll match, we pourin' up eighty
Just know this earth ain't lovin' no one 'til I get me a foreign Mercedes

I'm gonna score on your favorite
Stackin' the floor with paper, watching me some of that poor man's cable
'Em dawgs ain't get you now, no cap, they're gonna be sure to later
Layin' real low in the bricks, if I blast it's up, you heard me say it
Yessir, yeah

'Til then I get around serving neighbors
Shit bounced back real hard when I started to invest and earned to save it
Ran that whole lot, made it back four time, that pack burns amazing
Can't get caught up, if you don't know how to move right then learn the basics



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Writer(s): Andrew Payne
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