Respect the Game Lyrics

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When I was young, wanted to be like Meek

Now I rap, youngins wanna be me

Hood preacher

I been tryna guide the youngins out the streets

Hood teacher

Yeah the ones in school said it's jail or deceased

And you gotta respect the game

Cause who would've thought this how I'd be livin'

Tryna turn to a hero

But I'm still hangin' around with villains

Yeah

You might go back to zero But just stay focused on the millions

They out here livin' double lives

They mom think they just a civilian

But she don't know about his lives

He start to beef and get to killin'

Mix my mind up with the rhymes

I start the beat up, then I kill it

Till blood spillin'

When it's just you and I, I get a good feelin'

You know how to express my pain, so that's why I always come to you

I fell in love right with the mic

We stuck together, you my boo

Been in the stu like everyday

It's either you or countin' blues

I never not know what to say

That pain stuck in my brain like glue

I'm blessed to rock expensive shoes Cause back then socks I wore bout two

Yeah we was swapping kicks up in the trenches

I did that with a few

Cross him up like Uncle Drew

Got some dreams I'm tryna pursue

I done paint the perfect picture

But you got cropped up out the view

I almost fainted when I heard the news

I wish it wasn't true

I ain't a saint,

But I'm still close to Christian Dior or the Loubs

Gon' keep a hunnid in the safe

Just for my kids and they ain't born yet

Gon' put that shit up in they face

For days they laugh, no I ain't forget

Yeah, I spit heat just like Mace

I'm on the top, top of the race

I need SRTS and Trackhawks

Keep the drop tops off the wraith

This chick wanna dance pasada

I can't cha-cha, peep the waist

Please stop all that rata-rata

You ain't on nada, that's okay

I fell out of love with Prada

It's Rick Owens everyday

And bro bust heads like a piata

I just gotta give the say