jimmy & potter payper – regina lyrics
[verse 1: jimmy]
i told my broski, “stold foldin’ them twenties over eighties”
this money’s lookin’ scatty, i just laugh ’cause he’s crazy
but i can’t complain ‘cah more time, the grind pays we
mummy raised me, she don’t know i was pushin’ daily
feelin’ like meek mills somebody come and save me
that weight touched my shoulders as soon as i touched eighteen
could’ve took another path, but, sh+t, i gotta blame me
runnin’ up that money ’cause it wasn’t gonna chase me
rap, we got talent, love, i’m flattered
still+still got one foot in the madness
a million things that i need to makе happen
we need more rеadies, we need more cannons
can’t lie, i love the music with a passion, but a guy like me can’t stay away from badness
if i went uni, probably pushed the work on the campus
music plus street, i’m still makin’ it balance
[chorus: jimmy]
you don’t want this drama
you either blow, dead or hit the wing raphinha
how you livin’? do you clean up? or do you risk it all for peanuts?
my teacher said i wasn’t gonna be much
now i count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
outside was blurry, couldn’t see much
i still remember days, it was rock v batista, now it’s us against the opps and me v regina
[verse 2: potter payper]
i swear down, i’ve been in the streets for ages
been caught so much, i know legal phrases
front road, side road, things was waitin’
hit them on foot ’till my knees was achin’
i got a couple enemies that need erasin’
i know a couple murderers that beat the cases
little young bucks with their t++th in brace, squeezin’ faces, feds got my g’s in cases
and it don’t sit right with me
how you still lit and get the o’s for like nine fifty?
white boy with the wraps, see the irony
blendin’ in cunch
b+tches see me, get their nickers in a bunch
i grew up in warren hill, ash field [?]
years on my life to them babylon c+nts
real life rap star stepped in the place
drunk with my toast like bottomless brunch
[chorus: jimmy]
you don’t want this drama
you either blow, dead or hit the wing raphinha
how you livin’? do you clean up? or do you risk it all for peanuts?
my teacher said i wasn’t gonna be much
now i count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
outside was blurry, couldn’t see much
i still remember days, it was rock v batista, now it’s us against the opps and me v regina
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