Cormega
Cormega - Respect Me lyrics
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(feat. Dona) Aiyyo, real niggaz live off of principles If you want it bad enough, I'ma give it to you If your nigga ain't faithful, then fuck him too I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few East New York, flooded with Bloods I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but fuck 'em Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me With crackheads and dopefiends unconditionally I show love to the niggaz whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep I can't trust nobody in the industry, motherfuckers don't want to see Dona eat I never been the type to panic, fall under pressure in dispair and vanish [Chorus x2] Respect me, I'm respect you Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business Real niggaz recognize realness For years I've been waiting for this moment My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign and momma always said make best of the worst times For the first time, I see shit clearly writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?) Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God and he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real we struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads and either way, our children suffer from lead You don't want to see me make it Rather see me dead/but real bitches do gangsta things I do whatever nigga to feed my team [Chorus] Seven days out of the week, I'm on my j-o-b Little to know sneak(?), my fam gotta eat Fuck trying to get by, we multiply in my hood everyday a young nigga dies Its a blessing to be alive, hungry to get these pies I drop versus, niggaz feel deep inside No question, its a respect thing, I'ma keep it real with Tims and Pepe All the money in the world couldn't change the way I think Streets are watching every move I make These niggaz are fake always coming at you wrong Brownsville still going strong Friends become enemies, nigga you never been a friend of me Always pretending to be my closet friend Like I'm stupid enough to let you in [Chorus]