Kevin Gates - Respect lyrics
Kevin Gates [Kevin Jerome Gilyard] Baton Rouge, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kevin Gates - Respect lyrics]
Rastaman them after respect me
You got money? But you a rent
I'ma respect that
So sick of these, fake niggas
Shaking their ass
Knowing god damn well they don't
Spray it then blast
They the type to go to jail
Be mistaken for fags
They the type to point at a
Nigga face in the glass so look how I felt
We could meet up and leave
Mother fuck who don't like it
Beat up the streets
Drought came we kick our feet up and eat
Gotta love the way my daddy put
A key up for me
Re-up, put about three up a week
My mother keep telling me
The game ain't nothing
Some would never crack a frown or
Complain when the money come
Never backing down I'm insane
I ain't never run
Do them like tags on shirts and rip them off
I ain't feeling them they keep flenching
Kill them off what the business is
You niggas ain't real at all
Grab them by the collar
A few dollars will get them lost
I'm in the roots where the
Niggas die shots fired you know this nigga
Kevin Gates, rottweiler same shit
Money doing a bad, Reezy doing a bid, Mail
Doing a bid, B doing a bid
Seven doing a bid
Last night, bitch ass niggas shooting at wig
That's the life that we live
And it's all that
They say the game ain't shit
But it's all fair
Fuck this fucking war
All this beef over a couple of corners
Don't matter who did what to
Who at this point, the fact is we went to
War and now there ain't
No war in that i mean shit
It's what war is you know and once you
In it, you in it if it's a
Lie then we fight on that lie
But we got to fight
You got money? But you a rent
I'ma respect that
So sick of these, fake niggas
Shaking their ass
Knowing god damn well they don't
Spray it then blast
They the type to go to jail
Be mistaken for fags
They the type to point at a
Nigga face in the glass so look how I felt
We could meet up and leave
Mother fuck who don't like it
Beat up the streets
Drought came we kick our feet up and eat
Gotta love the way my daddy put
A key up for me
Re-up, put about three up a week
My mother keep telling me
The game ain't nothing
Some would never crack a frown or
Complain when the money come
Never backing down I'm insane
I ain't never run
Do them like tags on shirts and rip them off
I ain't feeling them they keep flenching
Kill them off what the business is
You niggas ain't real at all
Grab them by the collar
A few dollars will get them lost
I'm in the roots where the
Niggas die shots fired you know this nigga
Kevin Gates, rottweiler same shit
Money doing a bad, Reezy doing a bid, Mail
Doing a bid, B doing a bid
Seven doing a bid
Last night, bitch ass niggas shooting at wig
That's the life that we live
And it's all that
They say the game ain't shit
But it's all fair
Fuck this fucking war
All this beef over a couple of corners
Don't matter who did what to
Who at this point, the fact is we went to
War and now there ain't
No war in that i mean shit
It's what war is you know and once you
In it, you in it if it's a
Lie then we fight on that lie
But we got to fight