Z-Ro - Respect My Mind lyrics

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Run up if you want to nigga

Losing the way that I lose i get gray hair
Take a bruisin the way I been bruised
And you'll see why I don't care
Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you nigga
Bitch I'll kill you niggas, you better
Respect my mind - cause I'll kill you niggas
Cause, I will kill you nigga
Cause, I don't wanna feel
Someone else's weapon so

I load my AK, don't think I won't spray
You bitch niggas gon' lay
You won't catch me runnin
When - I load my AK
Don't think I won't spray
You bitch niggas gon' lay
You won't catch me runnin when

I become a soldier when it's war time
That's all I really know cause all
I've had are hard times
And ain't nobody really down with me
I'm on my own
Duckin and dodgin infrareds aimin for my dome
I got enemies in every state, city and hood
Plus my relationship with my
Friends ain't no good
Therefore I roll with Katie cause
She's a bad bitch
One squeeze ten motherfuckers bleed
And need a casket no need to reload
I promise I'ma drop 'em all
Screamin "Remember me?" as motherfuckers
Stop and fall ain't no remorse
Ain't no love in my life cycle
Cause when your family out to get
You it be twice as vital
I'm not tryin to be a
Statistic of a loved one
Call me relentless but I won't
Hesitate to slug one that's on my momma
Trust nobody from friends to my kin
For the slightest disrespect I'ma
Commit another sin when I

Tragedies happen in my world
Everytime I breathe
So I'm paranoid and trigger
Happy until I leave
I got a 357, a 45, and a gauge
But Ms katie put mo' motherfuckers
On the front page
If I gotta pull a trigger I'ma shoot to kill
Not tryin to hurt ya
I'ma try to leave you stiff as steel
Cause, I ain't tryin to watch my
Back when I'm out in public
So when I blast that's yo' ass
You went out and dusted
But, I'm not tryin to send the
Wrong message to the kids
I'm just sayin even if you young
They'll stil split ya wig
And I'd be wrong if I told you
To let a nigga do ya
I practice what I preach and ride
With much more then a Ruger
I guess the Lord'll deal with me
At the end of time
I'm not a killer but motherfuckers
Gon' respect my mind that's on my momma
Trust nobody from friends to my kin
For the slightest disrespect I'll put
Ya spirit in the wind when I