Respect

Rustaman them after respect me You got money? But you a rent I'ma respect that So sick of these, fake niggas Shaking their ass Knowing god damn well they don't spray it then blast They the type to go to jail, be mistaken for fags They the type to point at a nigga face in the glass So look how I felt We could meet up and leave Mother fuck who don't like it Beat up the streets Drought came we kick our feet up and eat Gotta love the way my daddy put a key up for me Re-up, put about three up a week My mother keep telling me the game ain't nothing Some would never crack a frown or complain when the money come Never backing down I'm insane I ain't ever run Do them like tags on shirts and rip them off I ain't feeling them They keep flenching, kill them off what the business is You niggas ain't real at all Grab them by the collar, a few dollars will get them lost I'm in the roots where the niggas die shots fired You know this nigga Kevin Gates, Rock wieler Same shit Money doing a bad, Reezy doing a bad, Mail doing a bad, B doing a bad, Seven doing a bad Last night, bitch ass niggas shooting at wig That's the life that we live and it's all that They say the game ain't shit but it's all fair [Outro] Fuck this fucking war, all this beef over a couple of corners. Don't matter who did what to who at this point, the fact is we went to war and now there ain't no war in that. I mean shit, it's what war is you know and once you in it, you in it. If it's a lie then we fight on that lie, but we got to fight