Respect For My City

[Verse 1: Youngin] It's D.o.C what the fuck you think Pockets so fat they fill up banks Step in the room, haters give me so many gas faces I could fill up tanks Y'all don't rank but I'm lapping niggas So far ahead that I'm after niggas On the track, so I can't let a man Defeat me like a captured nigga Fuck that and fuck you I trust none and love few I'm number one and number two Wife the game now I'm sonning you On every track I spit facts So I stand out like albino blacks in pink hats They shouldn't have game me the green light now I don't know how to act Try to keep up cause I'm on the move Destined to win though I'm born to lose Surrounded by hoes and they gon' choose So I slide in that thing like a horn in a shoe Know the man cause he in this bitch D.C. lets kill this shit Lincoln Heights I represent When you getting dollars you ain't gotta make sense Wale, he lotus flower, I fire flower like Mario And leave the microphones body broke I make the booth my potty ho And sh-sh-sh-sh-shit on beats, 24-7, 52 weeks Everyday I run this shit no in-between's, ya'nah mean [Hook: Youngin] All I want is some respect for my city Even if I have to sacrifice my all just to get it D.C., yeah I do this for y'all And I am just a vehicle that's moving for y'all (2x) (tell them again nigga) [Verse 2: Youngin] I turn heads when I walk through Outfit sharper than a sharks tooth Girls thinking I'm a mixed dude But I'm all nigga like the movie Roots Micheaux in the game and I plan to stay God MC, nigga, learn to pray Hunt the game, I know your face I know where you live, yeah I learned the prey Rap skills like I'm forty something I got the gift like I bought me something Still underground like I roll with Tubman Intelligent, Lydia Liza Gutman Chick tells me that she trying to cut So I got another girl and they scissor'd up I tell you when they're all liquored up Everything goes down when they 'In Da Club' No 50 Cent I got dollar bills Flow so cold that you gotta chill You can't pay your light bill Tank on E like you buy it pills Still, you gotta keep your head up Chest out, and never give up Dry the tears that you shed up And promise to fuck their head up Gotta elevate to another level And don't spend your money on a icey bezel Please take heed to what Youngin tells you Implement, and it won't fail you I just wanna be a better man, for my kid, and take a stand To make sure she has a fighting chance So she can be the ruler of this land [Hook] [Verse 3: Youngin] Y-O, U-N, G-I-N, I am Your city I fly in, but when I go home I slide in D.C. I love you I'll place nothing above you Extend your arms and I'll hug you All year round I cuff you Verbally, I'm untouchable These non-rapping ass niggas can't fuck wit dude I'm from the streets no Huxtable We struggle hard and suffer too Still made it to the tip-top Praise be to hip-hop We made it pass that click-pop We still here nigga give props I spit hot like dragons breath Fresh prince no Jazzy Jeff I'm on now and they mad he next Nigga I can't help it that I rap the best You need to step your game up Stop stepping your lame up Stop trying to be famous I spit shit to cause danger I'm known around for doing me and not trying to be Tunechi Cornrows, loose clothes, I make you feel like it's 2 G But that's the point of Tha Rewind In a crowded room, he shines In the sun, he blinds Inside, you gon' need blinds [Hook]