Ab-Soul, JaVonté - Still a Regular Nigga lyrics

Longterm is defined as
Fuck it y'all already know
Chyeaa, the long awaited, highly anticipated
(L T-2) haha it's human music nothing more
Nothing less
You know what type of nigga I am
I just borrowed a dollar from the homie
Regular shit, regular
I'm backi know you missed me

Long Term the sequel
My swisher sweet is equal
My cup is full of brown like
The skin color of Hebrews
And this is not a test
No I'm nothing to mess
With, just find a cliff
And please don't watch your step
You know just what I rep
Top notch to the fullest and TDE's my fam
For each of them I catch a bullet


I'm strolling on Del-Amo Boulevard
Towards the Arco
To get another Black & Mild
My lungs look like charcoal, yeah I know-
Your whip is like one of those in car shows
I still got '09 tags
On my Mit'subishi mirage
No gas, need new break pads
New tires to inspire to get money like Arabs
Jewish lawyers, NASDAQ stock holders
But for now I'm broke, I need a fix
I be borrowin' the homie's clothes
To go to events
Just so I'm camera ready when
They be takin' flicks, i admit

I'm still a regular nigga
Doin' regular shit
Got my regular car, got my regular bitch
Still dressin' the part, in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular shit
I ain't changed for shit (No)
Still walking 'round with a pocket
Full of motherfuckin' change
(I'm on my regular shit)
Homie, homie, homie, homie

No chain, no watch no diamonds, no Glock
No rap sheet, no new drop whip, no top
No Gucci, no Louis, no shopping on Melrose
I asked for the bitch number
She looking like "Hell naw"
No record, no street credit
I'm probably in debt
No work, Herb never move right off his step
No G-4s, no clearports, none of that
I got a standby ticket
As for the flight, I just missed it
I'm trying to stay optimistic
In the midst of the struggle
Cause y'all make it rain
But I just slipped in a puddle
See my life is simple: I rap and smoke weed
Eat when I can, have sex when I need
Grab a fifth of E- and J and I'm straight
I don't meant to be vane but
Hey I must be the savior
And if you're playing this tape
You're playing it safe
But I'm getting escorted by the
Armed forces to home plate (Soul)
I am only the antonym of fake
If you're antenna is up
Then you may feel the same
I see your 24's and them motherfuckers great
I even like the green and
Red stiches on your J's
The LV on your belt buckle, Audemar arm
Purple label, VIP table, Chandon
Black car, model broad always on the scene
5 Star continental breakfast
Presidential suite but to be the best
Do I gotta have those things?
Is that the only way that
I'mma make these hoes sing?
Make these niggas feel me and
Put on my whole team
Shit, that'll compromise my own dreams
A fortune cookie read I had a future in music
I wonder how many people got
That very same message
An A&R told me that I look like a star
And before I let it get to my head
It's best I confess it

I'm still a regular nigga
Doin' regular shit
Got my regular car, got my regular bitch
Still dressin' the part, in my regular fit
Like being regular is some irregular shit
I ain't changed for shit (No)
Still walking 'round with a pocket
Full of motherfuckin' change
(I'm on my regular shit)
Homie, homie, homie, homie

Just doing what I do just doing what I do
Just doing what I do
And this is Long Term 2 nigga
I'm doing what I do
Lifestyles of the broke and almost famous
Just doing what I do