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letra de regular - tim turna

inside my feelings like a regular n-gga
but i still ain’t a regular n-gga, my brain different
my pain different when i paint a scripture
you say its the same difference but i’m begging to differ
i’m begging my sisters, to strive to be better than these b-tches who be in these n-ggas faces and posting half naked pictures
i’m plotting on a plan to get richer
cause i’m broke now, just got a bag a weed and a dollar for the swishers
i’m bouta blaze, only with the n-ggas that you’ll see me with
and i don’t f-ck with family unless they immediate
people be acting funny thats why i call them comedians
but deep down inside they some muhf-ckin idiots
haha, very funny, no dummy, these n-ggas be dropping dimes on they bros man they so clumsy
y’all n-ggas dropping racks on those clothes that look so bummy
but they expensive so yall think its cool, no sunny
man it ain’t about the tag, its bout the swag, lemme enlight you
you bought that just to fit in? d-mn so spiteful
its crazy, cause all you doing its benefiting the rivals
the designers that y’all buy from don’t even f-cking like you
but i ain’t ashamed of the generation i came from, or the city i came from
or the hood that i came from, my moms is afraid that i ain’t gone be her same son
i told her “ma, look up in the sky. ain’t that the same one?”
mamas boy, i’m the same one, followed with the gang banging never became one
never was like them lame ones
and im tired of all these fake and phony f-ggots
your movement? is just like this summer i’ll never jack it/jacket
i’m so ecstatic, baby stop it, you know you ratchet
just want whats inside my pockets but sorry hun i don’t have it
idk how y’all n-ggas be doing it working magic for a chick that don’t even like you, just wanna see you cashless
and i used to want a shawty that’s the baddest, but f-ck that
whats on the inside is what really matters
i’m from a place where your dreams could really shatter right in front of your eyes
have you looking surprised, come to my hood i could point out places where kids really died
and the sh-t happens so often that you can’t even cry
we tryna survive, the devil tryna eat us alive
and we tryna strive, lets see how they faces look when we rise
i gotta heart so mild and a mind so dark
that’s why i make talking real sh-t look like a walk in the park
and they gone try to say im soft because i spit from the heart
but i’d rather say what i feel than keep this sh-t in the dark
man im official tissue, what the issue? im on the fast track
my old girl text me “i miss you”, i said “im past that”
people my age is so busy caught up with hashtags
but i here tryna meditate, telling my bro to “pass that”
and man i been smoking a lot these days, and i be going thru a lot these days
and my block, it been sorta kinda hot these days
and whats worse? you can’t even trust the cops these days
and i see most of the time, my people they live wrong
when you alive, they silent, you die they say ” live long”
take care of your body, you do then you live strong
sh-t, i’m just lending some encouragement through this song
cause all i’m seeing is negativity and it gets to me
people love infusing, caring with sensitivity
i’m focused on more than dying young and living fast
i prolly still won’t get my way cause nice guys finish last, im out

- tim turna

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