Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Respect The Come Up , by - Meekz. Release date: 26.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Respect The Come Up |
| Through all continue to build |
| We have to respect the come up |
| Look at how far you’ve come |
| Respect the journey, man |
| Count the blessings, accept the changes |
| Appreciate the highs and the lows |
| For the good and the bad all make us who we are today |
| There is no ups without downs |
| To struggle way out, you respect your own journey |
| Respect when you see someone who comes from nothing |
| And turns it into something |
| Now that’s everything |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Huh |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Never cheat the grind |
| You know I need to fly, stay away fro evil eye |
| I’ma keep my G’s alive |
| If I said it is for life |
| If I want it, what’s the price? |
| Spending what I like |
| Got it off of chopping white |
| On my block it wasn’t nice |
| Got me robbing to survive |
| Money problems on my mind |
| Pull up, «Like what’s the vibe?» |
| Keep my name off your mind |
| I ain’t into gossip lies |
| There ain’t no shortcuts to success |
| Surrounded by buj at 17 when I seen my first bunk-bed |
| Never know what’s gonna come next |
| Police knocking at my door got my mum stressed |
| Gotta stay ready, make the re-up stay heavy |
| Never weigh pennies, gotta save pounds |
| I don’t rap, I make sounds |
| I been 'bout since the playground |
| Dropped a tune, never knew that it’d take me out |
| Fuck, they’re my mates now |
| Came up, I coulda stayed down |
| Look at how my life played out |
| Look at how we turned out |
| Still niggas wanna see me turn 'round |
| Get your shit peppered up and burned down |
| Still own my old Nikes, Chuckies and my Berghaus |
| I went to jail and didn’t learn nowt |
| Except all that karma that I served out |
| I went from serving cats to servery hats, getting burnt down |
| It’s really mad, fuck it, time on my hands |
| I used my time wisely and put mine into plans |
| I’m tryna buy me some land, so free my guys out the can |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Huh |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Ayo, deef |
| And when they told me Louis ain’t racist, they got Virgil |
| I said I need the ones with green and the purple |
| And, shit, I need the boots and the trainers to match |
| And knowing me, I’ll go insane in the trap |
| And I only smoke flays out the pack |
| My nigga told me, «You the greatest to rap» |
| I ain’t complaining with that |
| But now I need a crib where the neighbours ain’t ashamed to adapt |
| That whip came, by wrist aching, put it straight on the tap |
| I used to stay with a cat |
| All I need is my blade and my mask |
| Them times saving for straps |
| Winner’s wages are daft |
| Maze in traps, and fuck the snakes and the rats |
| They think I’m rich like, «Six figs what you made off of trap» |
| I get rich, I rob nigs and turn flake into crack |
| If I rap, it’s straight statements and fact |
| It was alleyways blatant for cash |
| Pavements and paths |
| You get blades for your stash till my papers are mad |
| If I did it, I ain’t taking it back |
| Fuck, it’s 10K on my back |
| Got me thinking, «Will I ever change?» |
| Fuck drip, I just let it rain |
| I ain’t playing any games |
| 'Heavyweight', that’s my second name |
| I remember fucked up on borke nights, better days |
| Can’t stress the fame, just bless the game |
| Respect the change |
| Let me kick back and test the strain |
| Certain things can’t left my brain |
| I might fly Thailand, go test my aim |
| No weed for couple weeks to refresh my brain |
| I get pissed off, can’t bun weed when I’m on the plane |
| My head’s gone 'cause I was gone for days |
| Cah I miss them times with my bros |
| All them highs, all them lows |
| Tryna find me a road |
| But I can’t give my life to a phone |
| I bless the game with the finest of flows |
| Bet I’ll find me the throne |
| All them days I spent flying them O’s |
| Heh, I didn’t know that my timing was gold |
| I stay golden for life, miss my bro |
| Why, why you gotta die? |
| You the GOAT |
| Creating diamonds, I got ice in my throat |
| This that ocean drip, I might just buy me a boat |
| So I can kick back, write rhymes on my own |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Huh |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |
| Huh |
| Get the fuck up |
| Respect the come up |
| Cheques, haffi run up |