Kevin Gates - Respect lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Respect lyrics

Rustaman them after respect me You got money? But you a rent I'ma respect that So sick of these, fake n***as Shaking their a** Knowing god damn well they don't spray it then blast They the type to go to jail, be mistaken for f*gs They the type to point at a n***a face in the gla** So look how I felt We could meet up and leave Mother f** 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 ever run Do them like tags on shirts and rip them off I ain't feeling them They keep flenching, k** them off what the business is You n***as ain't real at all Grab them by the collar, a few dollars will get them lost I'm in the roots where the n***as die shots fired You know this n***a Kevin Gates, Rock wieler Same sh** Money doing a bad, Reezy doing a bad, Mail doing a bad, B doing a bad, Seven doing a bad Last night, b**h a** n***as shooting at wig That's the life that we live and it's all that They say the game ain't sh** but it's all fair [Outro] f** this f**ing 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 sh**, 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