| Aiyyo, real niggas live off of principles
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| If you want it bad enough, I’mma give it to you
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| If your nigga ain’t faithful, then fuck him too
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| I don’t trust to many niggas, just roll with a few
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| East New York, flooded with Bloods
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| I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove
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| They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but fuck 'em
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| Yall don’t really live like me, in the hood like me
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| With crackheads and dopefiends unconditionally
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| I show love to the niggas whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
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| I can’t trust nobody in the industry, motherfuckers don’t want to see Dona eat
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| I never been the type to panic, fall under pressure in dispair and vanish
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| Respect me, I’m respect you
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| Niggas ain’t stupid, they know who to step to
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| Don’t get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
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| Real niggas recognize realness
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| For years I’ve been waiting for this moment
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| My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can’t control it
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| Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
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| And momma always said make best of the worst times
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| For the first time, I see shit clearly
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| Writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy (?)
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| Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
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| And he gave his only son, am I’m the only one whose keeing it real
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| We struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal
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| Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
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| And either way, our children suffer from lead
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| You don’t want to see me make it
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| Rather see me dead/but real bitches do gangsta things
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| I do whatever nigga to feed my team
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| Seven days out of the week, I’m on my j-o-b
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| Little to know sneak (?), my fam gotta eat
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| Fuck trying to get by, we multiply
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| In my hood everyday a young nigga dies
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| Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies
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| I drop versus, niggas feel deep inside
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| No question, its a respect thing, I’mma keep it real with Tims and Pepe
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| All the money in the world couldn’t change the way I think
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| Streets are watching every move I make
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| These niggas are fake always coming at you wrong
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| Brownsville still going strong
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| Friends become enemies, nigga you never been a friend of me
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| Always pretending to be my closet friend
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| Like I’m stupid enough to let you in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect Me , by - Cormega. Song from the album Legal Hustle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп