Regret (Prod. Nuri)

(Verse 1: Mighty Geinus)

I got lies on my chest, kisses on my neck from my ex that ion even talk to anymore

But she still tryna suck up to a nigga, bae get off of your knees and leave me alone

Been doing me since my date of birth, January 28th came out the whom with lotion and pornhub

Flexin P90x in a nigga bitch face, got him PMSin

But it's all good though, ion wanna fuck around on my next period anyway cause its all about money and I don't need anymore blood on my hands

Got enough of that after his father died and took his soul with him, in the Heavens selling lean to James Brown and tellin Dr. King that his dream came true cause my girl tone palebone and butterskin

Geinus posted with Ms. Lisenby with a stack and a grin like the Burger King

I do this for all of my niggas

All the savage, weird, and lack of confidence niggas

The women with personal issues and love to give lightskin niggas compliments about they nappy hair

Its the Dayton Prince cause his father buried in a cemetery, So I'm diving in these Princesses and Cinderellas

You'd rather give up on Heaven by going through Hell for a couple bad bitches and millions, when all I need is honey buns and Kik messages from the prettiest foreign girl at school

Better beg the Baphomet for your soul back cause Imma end up being the G.O.A.T one way or another, while your dollar bills on 1 to the trillionth power I'm stackin ranch on these bitches faces with salad in my pocket

Love me like starbucks and chase my dick like it's Channing Tatum

Fuck all the shit you represent the only dead niggas I talk to is Jesus, God, Daddy, and Presidents

Bitch come correct or I'll wrong you in heartbeat leave you alone with my scent on your pillow and letter on your dresser tellin you how "I'm so imperfect and we could never be together, but I'm the finest, no 10k for my grill but I'm marking X's on my Calendars to remember that money comin in on the first of Tha City"

Cause I'm not tryna see the pen or the inside of a casket by the age of 24 like my father

Slappin bass in my Jeep Lib swervin on the curb screaming out "Yuh" while I'm bumpin Stunna

They not fuckin with the boy but it's all good cause if my music don't make you dance, Dayton niggas mac play dubstep like my computer

Melo mentality, I'm shooting through your defense

Stackin K's until my pockets in white people power, throwing 3 K

I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin bad, I'm coming for Bill Gates ass, he better treat his money like the hair above my lip

He must stash, and when they catch me for flexin all the money on Instagram

Imma just say I didn't wanna die with Regrets my nigga

(Verse 2: Mighty Geinus)

Choppas on Deck like the Suite Life nigga

But my life ain't sweet my nigga

Dayton born, Florida raised

I done seen way more than a couple homicides and hurricanes

Came through with a half hearted smile, and sarcasm

Pointing out these hoes got my niggas like, Go Diego, Go with my backpack and hazel eyes telling True Lies like USA

More raw than Monday Nights after laying the Smackdown on these hoes spirit like the Boogeyman

More time on my hands than the clock of a Public Enemy hype man, Chuck D's nuts in your mouth if you don't like me

Cause I don't give a fuck

So before I die, I need everybody that claim to be my friend to call my broken phone just to check up like the nurse and make sure a nigga okay

Before I die, I need revisit my father's grave and get my mom something nice

Tell Mrs. DM of the year how I really feel

Spend a year in Europe with my niggas after the summer in Dayton

Spring back to life in Russia

And fall off in my grave in Paris after all of my Regrets nigga