RegGone

[Intro]
DJ da Don on da track
Hey I sent you a text, and I also said Happy Birthday on Facebook
But I wanted to make sure I told you Happy Birthday
And I love you so much, and I miss you so much!
I hope you have a great year!

[Verse]
This past year was a bad year
My Mother and my Grandfather died, mad tears
Got divorced from my ex that was mad weird
I stopped playing football, and got happier
I’m feeling savier, feeling fancy like I’m caviar
Drippin' like a sponge Bob, Krusty Krab-ier
White sandy beach, a squirrel chasing nuts
Yeah, Sandy Cheeks
Wanna rap with me?
You might better drinking anti-freeze
Understand me please, I’m writing this in a canopy
In Havana with a bad mama jama from Savannah
Who just moved to Atlanta, ain’t shy in front of cameras
And she almost got a ring like Alabama
These niggas sleep they need pajamas
The whole city know that you a giant disappointment, Eli Manning
Fuck the Redskins, not the city or the players
Bruce Allen can kiss my ass is how I'm ending all my prayers
I had 6 tackles in my last game, they cut me next
Yet a lineman ain’t did that since I fucking left
I need a bag yeah, I be on that paper chase
My ex shoulda been my ex before I ever "Saved the Date"
Every single day last year at least I made a K
All my bags real, that’s how we know that ya bae’s a fake
Yeah they say the best things in life are free
And that’s why a marriage license is assigned a fee
My ex took half my bread, like low carb dieting
I was rioting, how the judge divides my things
How god damn big you gon' slice a piece
Of the pie that I baked from all my ingred-ients?
Man I hate a greedy bitch
Do I need a drink? No I need a fifth
Funny how the people that need it less
Be the neediest
Just 'cause you see me on ya TV it
Doesn’t necessarily mean we set
So no more free features I need a check
Plus I need a share of the streams we get
Route has been the scenic-est
Kanye was a genius
Then he sold out quicker than a Black Friday TV set
Damn, shoutout Puerto Rican Genie and
All my family at the Castle, Mike Busey And little Cas
I can feel a little in my chest
When I think about my Mom passing on at 46
I was on national TV, thought I was peaking
Then I got a call my mom wasn’t breathing
I couldn’t believe it, still really grieving
'Cause I ignored her call the previous weekend
And frankly, I'm still feeling like a demon
From codeine overdose, she’s permanently comatose
Since that day my sisters like a boat I’m trynna keep afloat
My Grandfather died a couple months after
Had to act like it ain’t bother me, like SAG-AFTRA
Man my life was a disaster, so I had to heal faster
If you’re asking I’ve learned more from trappers, than pastors
I learned from rappers that I gotta keep my masters, or I’ll have a master
Damn, 'cause 40 acres and a mule isn’t what I’m after
But 40 acres and a pool, we can talk about it
I got a big ass backyard and never walk around it
And still pay Jose every month to keep my garden rounded
And that’s not racist his real name is Jose
And if you ain’t paying him cash, he gon' tell you "No way!"
When I spit, I be flowing so great
And ain’t a nigga on earth breathing air that can tell me I ain’t
The best rapper alive, I can feel it inside
Every week FRAN¢Style Friday just fills me with pride
'Cause I body beats better than whose song it is
That goes for J. Cole, Drake, Kendrick Lamar and Wiz
2 Chainz, Logic, Wayne, Jay & Eminem
Travis Scott, Future, Thug, Gunna, Baby & nem
Bassy Bas & Nas, Meek Mill & Ross
I love you all, but recognize the God
And any nigga out there that think I might be wrong
Bet ya career by giving me 16 on a song
Ha, that’s exactly what I thought, so long
Man this reggae beat crankin' so I guess I’m RegGone

[Bridge]
That’s exactly what I thought, so long
Man this reggae beat crankin so I guess I’m RegGone

[Outro]
I can't wait to see you again
I love you!
Bye