On My Name ft. Nada Price & Jay Martin Lyrics

Yo, timeline

G, I think we got one

G, I think we got one

Niggas want trust, but can't tell the truth

They sit on they ass, but get mad when they lose

In a room full of niggas, they know I'm that nigga

I wouldn't mind if my niggas get bigger

We in this together, dividing that paper

My niggas in scheming, man, we like to takkers

If I'm a fuck her, ain't texting her later

Fuck it, I'ma put that shit in paper

We cannot trust these hoes

We know how these bitches go

New piece on my neck, and I like to sleep with it

New lingerie, and I love how she fit it

A nigga was down, but I'm back with the business

Whatever got stopped, I'm now gonna finish

You acting away, but your image don't fit it

And none of you niggas are with it

Still the same, I'm never gon' change

Still rocking the watches, still walking in chains

Never switched up on the motherfucking gang

So put some respect on my name

What, what gang

Put some respect on my name

What, what gang

Put some respect on my name

Me and my team moving different

Allergic to haters, I got a condition

A bag we ain't never been tripping in

That shit apply to them niggas and bitches

Who focus on riches and triple and digits

And anything else, don't get time or attention

Put some respect on my name when you mention it

How you gon' cap on that life you ain't living in

And my only can't compete with her

I want my paper like immigrants

Thinking I'm cheating, and I just play innocent

Spilling her feelings, but I'm just half listening

I got some exes, they all swear I'm dead to them

Been in my element, always stay relevant

It's not a race, but I still stay ahead of them

I just keep serving, but nigga, I been in my lane

Play with my name, them haters gon' steady the aim

Still the same, I'm never gon' change

Still walking and watching, still walking in chains

Never switched up on the motherfucking gang

So put some respect on my name

What, what, yeah

Put some respect on my name

What, what, hey

Put some respect on my name

Put respect on my name

I got checks for the game

What's my life for the game

All this shit I did for the fame

I kick to my chain

It's N-Y-L-A-N-Y-C

Hall of Fame

Note for hits like Derek Jeter

That man sick with a fever

It's a miracle, them dollar bills never leave you

Damn right, I'm the cream stature

Dream catcher

With the title above three ladders

Who the fuck

Team battle

We the bad boys this generation

That's dynamite

We're elevation

We kill the mic on all occasions

Highlyfe is motivation

Still the same, I'm never gon' change

Still walking and watching, still walking in chains

Never switched up on the motherfucking gang

So put some respect on my name

What, what, yeah

Put some respect on my name

What, what, hey

Put some respect on my name