regular guy

], (bloaww, ha haha, bl-bl-bloaw! heyyyy), hello, i'm murphy lee, and i'm a motherfucking l-u-n-a-t-i-c, yo, and i'm here, yo, cause i'm here, yo, yo, i'm bout to tell you what i like, ], i wit 5 individuals, they say we not original, we all started underground like digital, now the haters lookin' pitiful, we humble and un-spittable, but lyrical we still sh-sh-shit on you, i got a number two, nelly got her number too, you call a tip, girl we call it a switch-a-roo, we be at amoco, d's on that cantaloupe, wit my folk's pocket full of bread and toast, in my timb's and coat, do it big in the winter time, probably full of air force ones up outta finish line, and i call myself normal, casual or formal, i still be blank like a carnival, but y'all won't let me be, or see, cause i'm so d,f that i'm considered a g, i be h-i off j's, k's and l's, um, m, n, to the o's they can't tell, ], he's a regular guy, he can't deny, you know he drives a yellow wagon when's he's passin' by, his pants is always saggin', got money but he's never braggin', cause he's not that type, party people i'm gonna tell you what he's like, he's a regular guy, ], you see i'm young wit information, i don't play like station, cause it took education, dedication and patience, to get a record deal, for reel this ain't no fluke, to you, we like a fat dude playin' a flute, like my granny do in the troop instead of the james brown, (look at all these boys grew up in the same town, come from the same moms and owe dues, aunties and uncles, man they grew up in the same school), st. louis ain't that big, ayyo we stay on the hill and steal a 30 ball to get to the crib, and i can do it on a quarter tank, a quarter of dank, it's ya home wake up ayyo and baby go to the bank, and i think y'all open up like mail, and if y'all can't tell, skool boy normal as hell, so don't let the tvs confuse you, cause if you didn't knew, now you knew, ], yo i'm just, like, you, i ain't different from those that think i'm different, still enjoy fat checks overtime, i'm just like you, i ain't changin' for nobody, mixin' up your talent wit yo hobby, end up wit no jobby, i guess you got personal problems, the bigger you are they start openin' up ya personal closet, a ram 150, man still couldn't dodge it, dislodge it, take advantage dirty, live off ya profits, you right, i ain't ya average little' dude, we had the number one song when i was still in school, shoot, i can say it dude i'm glad that we made it mo, no never being in class, song pop up on the radio, and it's a beautiful thang, to turn street money to legal money, a beautiful change, yo i gotta use my beautiful brain, and understand when i'm sprinklin' man in my rain, ]