Cormega, Dona - Respect Me lyrics

Aiyyo, real niggas live off of principles
If you want it bad enough
I'mma give it to you
If your nigga ain't faithful
Then fuck him too
I don't trust to many niggas
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 niggas 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

Respect me, I'm respect you
Niggas ain't stupid
They know who to step to
Don't get it twisted
If you feel something handle your business
Real niggas 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

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, niggas feel deep inside
No question, it's a respect thing
I'mma 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 niggas 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