Lyrics respect - Zubi, K2 World

respect

First off, I’m a black man king, get up
Made a bad man sing along
Second, African dem queens, dey got
Big booty and big melons
The third is for all the hustlers
Make money on the regular
And the fourth is for all the foreigners
Flew in with more figures
Hands up to the man with more class
And the lady with more cash
Shake your head if your bank is all that
I mean, your card is all black
Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers
Do a step if it’s more than
Respect to the fine and older
Like wine you’re stronger
Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers
Do a step if it’s more than
Respect to the fine and older
Like wine you’re stronger
Number five for the fighting soldiers
They be standing up sober
Six is for the working fathers
The mums and providers
Lucky seven for the lucky strippers
Racing convertibles to villas
This is for the men with eight figures
Enemies won’t see us
Set up, if they catch you, it’s all over
You see, police no be soldier
Flex up if your watch is golden
And your man is holding
Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers
Do a step if it’s more than
Respect to the fine and older
Like wine you’re stronger
Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers
Do a step if it’s more than
Respect to the fine and older
Like wine you’re stronger
You see the way that I’m pushing is all about timing
Can’t love me in public, don’t love me in private
I peeped a lot of man hating, but most of them are pricks still
I can’t even blame them, I done a lot of shit still
They know me from prior, the coldest attire
But ain’t your mother tell you there’s no smoke without fire?
See, everybody shocked when they provoke a live wire
Try awake a humble beast, you better hope that man tire
Leaking on me, leaving on me
Single man, nah, ain’t nobody cheating on me
Slap a nigga till he woke, but he’s sleeping on me
All they do is hit, I’m talking 'bout these pieces on me
Yeah, a lot of things change, and I don’t even talk up
Big dick energy make five-nine look taller
I jumped on my A-game, now niggas all torn up
My next single mad, I’m tryna put 'em through trauma
TBH, it’s bigger than the one former
Closer to popping off and you can tell I’m getting warmer
Ha, never tell 'em I didn’t warn ya
Learn the city, you can tell something’s in the water
Remember all the things I had to do for the gang
Remember all the things I had to do for these bands
None of this was planned, somehow it’s going to plan
Doing up hustle like it’s nothing to man