Not Regular

QueenCity, let's go Okay then They used to doubt me I don't know why I don't even know why Okay I like that Check out the cuban alone, nigga, that was just 20 racks for the cuban Let's go, let's go Let's go Black smoke entertainment Oh, oh, oh Peep at the way that I move I'm not a regular artist Trap out the bag, working with trench money Put the Glock on his mind, he tried to figure me out Why do I feel so alone when people around I put my soul in the music People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck The people I thought they was with me, they go against me Tired, they can't see the pain I'm in the booth, I'm rapping This shit be my therapy If I tell you I see it, I saw it Envy and jealousy, promise to God no cropping me out Baby, I'm too blessed But I act like I'm not Nigga, it's a whole lot of people, they see me Nigga, I think I'm paranoid Trust in nobody, they like to switch If you say that you got me, then prove that you got me Tired of doing for people that can't do the same They try to play like I ain't make me a name Nigga, I'm straight at the bottom Whole lot of mixing designer You gotta pay me them blues, my voice is expensive Tripping, I know some people that's mad Nigga, that's crazy Everything was just early when I tried to tell them blow out his mind cause he thought about crossing me I'm only trusting myself, this shit intuition Double cup, I got lean on the breath what you think I've been sipping I get em gone, you think that I'm sinning I get em whacked while I'm doing a show South Carolina I was thugging with Murder Cro Play if you want, you heard I'm the chosen one Really, I came from the bottom, I ain't have a dime When you should be proud of me I can't f*ck with the bitch cause she got on my nerves No need to promise, I promise it's too late Double R, I've been swerving, I need me a bitch like Mercedes I'm not a regular artist Trap out the bag, working with trench money Put the Glock on his mind, he tryed to figure me out Why do I feel so alone when people around I put my soul in the music People I trusted, I can't give a f*ck The people I thought they was with me, they go against me Tired, they can't see the pain I'm in the booth, I'm rapping This shit be my therapy If I tell you I see it, I saw it Envy and jealousy, promise to God, no cropping me out Baby, I'm too blessed But I act like I'm not nigga it's a whole lot of People, they see me I think I'm paranoid And I had to pass, niggas Okay, let's go Nigga, now they wish to be me