Regulators - Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, T-Pain

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man I call bullshit

Oh no, you regulators

We the new regulators (yeah)

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (oh no, no)

All your new shit sound the same

Guess, now we all do cocaine

Long hair, don’t care, guess I’m Cobain

Ain’t gonna be no fucking gain if there’s no pain

Okay, cut it open, grind it up

Spread it, pack it, roll it, load it up

I just need my potion in here

And then kill 'er well, kill 'er well, kill’er well

Uh, arigatou

Sunglasses look like I got me Yoko

Attitude look like I’m snatchin' your ho

Mentality far too advanced for that though

Oh, got my own thing you can visit

Used to be on Henny now we just Jamison it

Rockin' like a motherfucker, I ain’t got no limit

I’m a headbanger, boy, get wit it

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (oh no, no)

Codeine, codeine, yeah we need that

Double cup everywhere that we be at

Ain’t tryin' to feel nothin' but these raps

Y’all sleep, can’t breathe, get a C-PAP

Pssh, that’s that shit

Whatever you want bruh, pass that shit

They playin' my song bruh, slap that shit

I look like I’m all a fact of fiction

Diction too good when I ain’t lit

So I stay lit but can’t say the same shit

E’ryone else sayin' the game, spit flame in the ear

She at home playin' wit her clit

Y’all made the blueprint too basic

Then regulated the way we can make it

Bay Boys been busy setting fire to fake shit

Up in the crucible, meltin' this heavy metal

Been bettin' against this forever

Bitchin' it’s time to settle

Can I choose how I live?

Kind of car I should whip?

Kind of job I should get?

Yeah, man I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (oh no, no)

First verse was just to get the basics acclimated

On my level I’m a complicated fellow

Fuck with the suckers who playin' dress up and turn 'em yellow

Son and you puppets are bigger burdens within the ghetto

I rocked and I roll

I black music well

I rap for the soul

That’s the funk you smell

Berkeley boy born 'n bred I’m a damn hippy

Augmentine grown and mean in the crack city

Hella dreams 'bout the cream dollars

Yao Ming yelling loud things making crowds scream it out with me

Don’t fit in no box I am much greater

If all the boys need a box I’m a box maker

But Rafa self indulgence finds itself repulsive

You’re too well read enough to not showcase intelligence

Do not perpetuate the premise of poverty stricken novelty by letting some exec

define your relevance, boy

Can I choose how I live?

(Can I choose how I live, live, live?)

Kind of car I should whip?

(Kind of car I should whip, whip, whip?)

Kind of job I should get?

(Kind of job I should get, get, get?)

Yeah, man I call bullshit

All of you regulators

We the new regulators (Hey, hey, hey)

Get it on my own

Soldiers

When I’m in my zone

'Til I’m on my throne

To all of you regulators

We the new regulators (Oh no, no, no)