Sounwave - Still A Regular n***a lyrics

Longterm is defined as...f** it y'all already know [Ab-Soul] Chyeaa, the long awaited, highly anticipated (L-T-2) Haha it's human music; nothing more, nothing less You know what type of n***a I am, I just borrowed a dollar from the homie I'm back...I know you missed me [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 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 [Hook] I'm still a regular n***a, doin' regular sh** Got my regular car, got my regular b**h Still dressin' the part, in my regular fit Like being regular is some irregular sh** I ain't changed for sh** (no) Still walking 'round with a pocket full of motherf**in' change ('m on my regular sh**!) Homie! x4 [Verse 2: Ab-Soul 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 b**h 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 s** 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 motherf**ers 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 n***as feel me and put on my whole team sh**, 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 [Hook] [JaVonte] Just doing what I do Just doing what I do Just doing what I do [Ab-Soul] And this is Long Term 2 n***a (I'm doing what I do) Lifestyles of the broke and almost famous (Just doing what I do)