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N. Norman
N. Norman
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Regulators, you regulate any stealing of his property, we're damn good too
But you can't be any geek off the street
You're gonna be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, or any keep
Regulators
Hey, yo
You know me
Yeah, yeah
Free the guys, free the motherfuckin' members
I'm a dog, I need a motherfuckin, kennel
Take him up the road, I need a motherfuckin' rental
Lu, where you been at in that motherfuckin' blender
Prayin' for my dogs in a courthouse
Smoke a blunt for my **** in a graveyard buried
****, to be alive and free, that's a blessing
Haters tryna bring me down with bullshit, I won't let it
When you comin' out the mud, it feel good to win
**** want your life, dawg for not the work you put in
Chilling with a vibe and she pretty, let's go get in the wind
Baby, come just how you are I got paper to spend
It's my ****, my ****, ain't nobody else
I'm still with the same ones, ain't nobody else
Go and hit a lick, make it quick and get up out of there
Was headed to the store, passed it up because a cop was there
A lot of these ****, just be cap all talk
I'ma get this bread, boy, at all cost
Find out who a **** is when he fall off
**** show his true self when his back against the wall
Is you gon' blame your **** when you fucked up
Is you gon' blame your **** when you fuck it off
You was just runnin' around chasin' hoes, dog
With your pistol had you feelin' like you O dog
Couldn't nobody tell you shit, you thought you was smarter
But you ain't know anybody can drown in that water
Dope boy first whip, he want a challenger or a charger
I heard they do a little steppin', they gon' have to step harder
Ayy, if you real thug, you ain't gotta say it
Don't nobody owe you shit, get that out your head
Depressed when I'm sober, I feel better on them meds
This year we ain't fuckin', off we gotta get this bread
Put that paper up and grind for a year straight
Fuck them hoes, dog let's just grind for a year straight
Fuck that mall, let's grind for year straight
Fuck them **** hatin', they gon' talk about you anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: N. Norman
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