Regina Songtext
von Jimmy

I tell my broski, "Stop foldin′ them twenties over eighties"
His money's lookin′ scatty, I just laugh 'cause he's crazy
But I can′t complain ′cause more time, the grind pays we
Mummy raised me, she don't know I was pushin′ daily

Feelin' like Meek Mill, somebody come and save me
That weight touched my shoulders as soon as I touched eighteen
Could′ve took another path, but, shit, I gotta play me
Runnin' up that money ′cause it wasn't gonna chase me

Rap, you got talent, love, I'm flattered
Still-still got one foot in the madness
A million things that I need to make happen
We need more readies, we need more cannons
Can′t lie, I love the music with a passion
But a guy like me can′t stay away from badness
If I went uni, probably push the work on the campus
Music plus street, I'm still makin′ it balance


You don't want this drama (Drama)
You either blow, you dead or hit the wing like Rafinha
How you livin′? Do you clean up?
Or do you risk it all for peanuts?
My teacher said I wasn't gonna be much
Now I count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
Outside was blurry, couldn′t see much
I still remember days it was Roc v. Batiste
And now it's us against the opps and me v. Regina

I swear down, I been in the streets for ages
Been caught so much, I know legal phrases
Front road, side road, fiends was waitin'
Hit them on foot ′til my knees was achin′
I got a couple enemies that need erasin'
I know a couple murderers that beat the cases
Little young bucks with their teeth in braces
Squeezin′ faces, feds got my G's in cages
And it don′t sit right with me
I used to let him get the Os for like nine-fiddy

White boy with the rap, see the irony blendin' in cunch
Bitches see me, get their knickers in a bunch
I grew up in Warren Hill, Ashfield, Hunts′
Years of my life to them Babylon cunts
Real life rockstar stepped in the place
Drunk with my toast like bottomless brunch


You-you don't want this drama (Drama)
You either blow, you dead or hit the wing like Rafinha
How you livin'? Do you clean up?
Or do you risk it all for peanuts?
My teacher said I wasn′t gonna be much
Now I count twenty racks twice in tens and fives with my feet up
Outside was blurry, couldn′t see much
I still remember days it was Roc v. Batiste
And now it's us against the opps and me v. Regina