Still a Regular Nigga (feat. Javonte) - Ab-Soul

You know what type of nigga I am, I just borrowed a dollar from the homie

I’m back… I 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, Yea I know-

Your whip is like one of those in car shows, I still got '09 tags on my

Mitsubishi 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!

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 braud 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

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)