Dom Kennedy - Respect My Mind lyrics

That's how we comin' through Yeah Uh, turn me up Ayy I'ma Westside factor, after Cashin' big homes, I own my masters, I have to Let it be known that I rose to all challenges Raised my status up and broke all averages Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said, "fu*k crash" I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold Uh, so what's the issue judge? I can't come home in a body bag, that's not a sub One thing about Dom K is he got nuts Can't kiss on a lady that I do not trust You don't wanna cross us, every day I boss up Dayton's on offer up, what you ever offer us? They wanna paint me as the villain like I'm sinister I ain't gon lie, I had to go and seek my minister He told me everything got purpose Come full circle, don't let nobody hurt you And patience is a virtue If you didn't grow up 'round here, it don't concern you, I know I never thought I could live life like this Four cars, a studio and I did it legit If I can't score I'ma get an assist We was rollin' way before we had learner's permit, I know They don't want me to speak out on our legacy Rather see me strung out on methamphetamine Realistically speakin', I'm what they'll never be Metaphorically speakin', I'm feelin' heavenly Yeah, I'm at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe Going for the gusto, tapped in, morse code It's a lot of people doubtin' me After this, they gon' be watchin' from the balcony After this, they gon' be claimin' it was alchemy I'm with ??? somewhere on South Beach Right on Ocean Drive with the daiquiris I like when they do it with no teeth Two-door car, we in the back seat Yeah, I spend everything vivid You talk it, I live it Pimp rides like Xzibit You damn near should film me, I know Huh, I know, ayy I got a lot of people doubtin' me Yeah I'm just a Westside factor, after Cashin' big homes, I own my masters, I have to Let it be known that I rose to all challenges Raised my status up and broke all averages Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said, "fu*k crash" I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold I got on all this gold Yeah, respect my mind, uh That's it (Mike & Keys, yeah)