Reginald - Ben Hixon, Mick Jenkins

Aye, feeling like that nigga, these days my skin is much clearer

My woman’s skin is much clearer, of course I’m drinking my water

Don’t spend too much time in mirrors

Reflections will get you caught up

Connections will get you brought up in conversation

You basing everything you know about me from moments, I’m more a compilation

Of composition, it’s complicated, I’ve contemplated so many perspectives

Accommodated my vices, exonerated emotions and I’m coping, Macaulay Culkin

I’m trapping my demons over Bohemian Rhapsody

They draw lines at our Widow’s Peak, we don’t peak at capacity

Casually giving no fucks about your two cents, we gon' clip the loose ends

We gon' clip the split ends, we gon' split ends, we gon' burn the nooses

They tried to exclude us, they lied to include us

My tribe is of Judah, your kind is of Judas

I ordered the Caesar, no Brutus among us, uprootin' the fungus

These niggas is leeches, they learning down from us

Don’t you get to counting up another nigga dough

Don’t call me a hater just because I wasn’t fucking with the flow

If it’s Reggie, then I got to let you know

Keep it that real, niggas already know

Don’t you get to counting up another nigga dough

Don’t call me a hater just because I wasn’t fucking with the flow

If it’s Reggie, then I got to let you know (I got to let you know)

Keep that real, niggas already do

What you want to do about me telling the truth?

I get it, you’re sensitive

And I don’t say that with malice, my intentions are pensive and poignant

Opinions annoying, as they are of often informant

I’m critically thinking I’m fixing my form

And my shooting percentage is rising

I worked on my vertical simply by switching horizons

Colliding my will with the wave, and niggas call me Poseidon

And just call me the plug, I’m providing the drugs

In small doses, we grind, and we roll, and we smoke

And we cook, and we eat, and refocus

Repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat until it’s polished

Acknowledge my genius, no college degree on me

Got a few G’s with me, got an O-Z on me

It’s some OG homie, don’t you count that paper on me homie

Don’t you get to counting up another nigga dough

Don’t call me a hater just because I wasn’t fucking with the flow

If it’s Reggie, then I got to let you know

Keep it that real, niggas already know

Don’t you get to counting up another nigga dough

Don’t call me a hater just because I wasn’t fucking with the flow

If it’s Reggie, then I got to let you know (I got to let you know)

Keep that real, niggas already