FRAN¢ - RegGone lyrics

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