[Intro: OFF_KLS & Producer Tag]
Just a regular guy
MORDWEY (MORDWEY, MORDWEY, MORDWEY)
Ah, shit (Ha ha ha ha)
Ay, man, you know this be that-
This be that real East Side shit, bitch-ass nigga
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
[Verse]
Hold it to myself, always talking to myself
If I make a lot of money, I'ma hold it to myself
'Cause nobody ever understands me
Don't understand me? Then a nigga can't understand them
Tryna keep it generous, a nigga feel ambivalent 'bout all them people that keep being envious
Standing my ground really strong with myself
Can't switch no sides, oppositions can tell
[Verse 2]
This that real Caribbean ting
CW all across yo' screen
I'ma say this shit like every timе
I'ma keep representing, likе, "This my team"
Never gon' try to be someone else
Most of you niggas can't act like yourself
Every time you niggas lose I'ma keep on stacking trophies, same way that I stack my Gees
[Verse 3]
This that AWAL shit
Never sell out, we stay legit
Ain't got nobody behind my back patting me telling me, "We can't work with this, lil jit"
Sit in my room, record my song
Hop on the phone, and tell my bro
"Time to bring out that camera
Shit gon' get real, nigga, 'cause we ain't living no skit"
[Verse 4]
Hating on us, but these niggas be broke
Tryna live a rich life that they can't hold
I ain't even got that type of money yet
But, at least I'm humble, that's all I know
Stacking my hundreds and fifties and twenties
A rainbow is forming inside of my pockets
You niggas got rainbows too
But the type that walk around with a limp-ass wrist
[Verse 5]
You know what I'm talking about?
Niggas be bitches, and niggas be acting like dogs
Doing a trick for a treat
That's how them niggas are paid
Them niggas be taking it raw
Keep me away from 'em niggas
I even feel embarrassed to compete with them niggas
And usually I ain't embarrassed of shit
So, that's how you know how bad it is, nigga
[Verse 6]
Standing with a bat, so I can swing on these people
Then I make a home run, run away like illegals
And I'm waiting on my VISA
Watch a young nigga pull up in your city, top yo' charts without buying them fake streams
I'm the distributor holding a 100 percent
Don't flex on me and go pay yo' debts
A nigga eating good, and I don't gain weight
So, I thank the Lord, 'cause, nigga, I'm blessed
[Verse 7]
Wannabe rappers can't tell me shit
They say I suck, while they suck dick
I don't even rap for real
But it seems I'm killing these niggas lyrics for real
Even in the singing game there's a whole bunch of gay-ass shit
Niggas be selling they bodies like prostitutes
For a little bit of fame, and for a couple of extra views
[Verse 8]
They know it be going that way
No, I can't lie, I'm just a regular guy
Staying out of the way, slowly building my way to the sky
Anti-industry I am, here I go with this again
Can't be exhausted, can't be tired, I stay hungry, and I keep on hunting
[Outro]
Can't compete with me when it comes to this shit
I'm a real Antillean nigga
You don't wanna try me, nigga
Stay on that side, my nigga
I stand with my flag, my nigga
Anywhere I go, my nigga
Had to let 'em know, my nigga (ha)