They be like “Reign
Can you teach me how to Dougie?”
f** no, I'm only half black, buddy
And still my stock rising like the NASDAQ, buddy
While you, you, and you in a hatchback buggy
You say you got that loud, can you pa** that for me?
I bet I mow it down like a crash test dummy
She might be with you, but your girl say she love me
And no I'm not kidding, check her Facebook sonny
Whoa…so me and Nick up in the studio
‘Bout to make Ben Franco's (Benjamin Franklins) like Julio (Julio Franco)
Used to play for the Braves, don't expect you to know
Got my girl bent over the counter: pharmaceutical
And I think I need another dose…
Ran up in it now she looking kinda comatose
Yo b**h look a little tough, she could comb her toes
The flow sick, so sick, I could blow my nose
And you would think it's dope [Nick Incardone: (blows nose)]
See?
And now these hating n***as are as quiet as can be…
Ya hear em? I swear they never gave me a real reason to fear ‘em
Cause I'm straight up out the HCO and I ain't talking Hollister
Got ya head nodding, put yo' neck on hydraulics, uh
Rapping like a turban, you would think I'm Islamic, but
If you still dreaming then we got nothing in common, yup!
Cause now my dreams are my day-to-day
It's crazy how my flow lazy on Labor Day
And to my girl Jane, I promise I ain't changed
Except my name, so my HCO gang
Be like like “Reign…
…Can you teach me how to smooth talk?”
You know why?
Cause all these girls on my jock
She say I get inside her soul (shoe sole) like a pair of socks
It sound wrong but feel right like a paradox
Ah, ah, ah, now baby what your name is?
Gimme your digits plus them b**hes that you came with
Ain't got a girlfriend, but I got main chick
And when I'm with her I be acting like y'all ain't sh**, uh…
That's just the way it go, baby
It's been that way since sixteen years old, baby
But Mrs. Wrong's been waiting all night long
And she swallow the wrapper like she chewing on stride gum
[sh** talking…admittedly, that was a dope line.]
They say he ain't real, there's gotta be a loophole
I'm going off the melon like a mothaf**in fruitbowl, yup!
And now my dreams are my day-to-day
It's crazy how my flow lazy on Labor Day
I know a girl who's hoping that I never say her name
And so she sending these texts my way like
“Alex! I heard you got a mixtape!”
Girl kiss my a** and then tell me how that sh** taste
You tried to play me, but I've already been played
And been made to a better man…mmkay?
Haha, yeah rapping like a sensei
And when I'm done all them n***as say “sensa-tional
Reign, you a bad mothaf**a”
I tell 'em I just get it from my Dad mothaf**a…
So whattup pop?
Your son is all over these streets like a bus stop
And yeah I'm all about my green like a Cub Scott
Or Cub Scout, n***a this is what I'm ‘bout, whattup!?