RegGone - FRAN¢

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!

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

That’s exactly what I thought, so long

Man this reggae beat crankin so I guess I’m RegGone

I can’t wait to see you again

I love you!

Bye