Pay Me Respect
Ha ha ha
Aye
Ayo Jacob, they gotta hear this one
See the thing about me is I ride for mine, win or lose
We got EB on the track
Yeah
Yes
Aye
Nate just hit me on FT, that's lil bro
For him we ride til the gas tank empty
Tryna get a check like Tech Fleece
Tryna get them pockets hefty
Everything I write on these lines is facts
You ain't my type, you cannot correct me
I'm tryna ball, I hold down the base when I touch down
I might need me a ESPY
I float when my breath on the tune
Big dog when I step in the room
Well connected from the North to the West
4 zone boy you know what it do
No gangster, but if it's a joke
Skies change if I get in the mood
It's gon pop if they want smoke 'cause I shoot for the stars and I aim for the moon
We gon be the ones to put the city on the map
Youngins respecting their elders and paying their dues and their homage, what happened to that?
Too lit for the old heads, too wise for the lil ones
I'm leaving blueprints for the houses that finna be build when I been gone
So I want a check, I'm tryna flex
I put in work, pay me respect
I'm saving more, I'm spending less
I'm in the field, don't need to rest
I got my squad, don't need the rest
Fooling me once, I'll never forget, yeah
Yeah
EB talk to 'em real quick
Look
Never chapped lips
You making a diss
Words out the mouth so dry, need Blistex
I wake up in the morning, go make a hit
Brushing my teeth, I'm already lit
Pay respect, don't reply to his text
I can't wait to go bring it back
There ain't a girl I can't go and get
Like I'm talking to a girl from Brazil
She from the hills
She understand no English
But she know I'm real
Got two feet in it
New sneaks, new peaks in it
Got a ting looking real peng
You know she the baddest in the UK innit
I can't see where I finish
I can't be with the business
Too many on my phone, I can make a list
Leave a message at the tone, sound of a lisp
Jake and E
The way we shoot, we never miss
Jake and E
Way we
I want a check, I'm tryna flex
I put in work, pay me respect
I'm saving more, I'm spending less
I'm in the field, don't need to rest
I got my squad, don't need the rest
Fooling me once, I'll never forget, yeah
Yeah
Aye
Ayo Jacob, they gotta hear this one
See the thing about me is I ride for mine, win or lose
We got EB on the track
Yeah
Yes
Aye
Nate just hit me on FT, that's lil bro
For him we ride til the gas tank empty
Tryna get a check like Tech Fleece
Tryna get them pockets hefty
Everything I write on these lines is facts
You ain't my type, you cannot correct me
I'm tryna ball, I hold down the base when I touch down
I might need me a ESPY
I float when my breath on the tune
Big dog when I step in the room
Well connected from the North to the West
4 zone boy you know what it do
No gangster, but if it's a joke
Skies change if I get in the mood
It's gon pop if they want smoke 'cause I shoot for the stars and I aim for the moon
We gon be the ones to put the city on the map
Youngins respecting their elders and paying their dues and their homage, what happened to that?
Too lit for the old heads, too wise for the lil ones
I'm leaving blueprints for the houses that finna be build when I been gone
So I want a check, I'm tryna flex
I put in work, pay me respect
I'm saving more, I'm spending less
I'm in the field, don't need to rest
I got my squad, don't need the rest
Fooling me once, I'll never forget, yeah
Yeah
EB talk to 'em real quick
Look
Never chapped lips
You making a diss
Words out the mouth so dry, need Blistex
I wake up in the morning, go make a hit
Brushing my teeth, I'm already lit
Pay respect, don't reply to his text
I can't wait to go bring it back
There ain't a girl I can't go and get
Like I'm talking to a girl from Brazil
She from the hills
She understand no English
But she know I'm real
Got two feet in it
New sneaks, new peaks in it
Got a ting looking real peng
You know she the baddest in the UK innit
I can't see where I finish
I can't be with the business
Too many on my phone, I can make a list
Leave a message at the tone, sound of a lisp
Jake and E
The way we shoot, we never miss
Jake and E
Way we
I want a check, I'm tryna flex
I put in work, pay me respect
I'm saving more, I'm spending less
I'm in the field, don't need to rest
I got my squad, don't need the rest
Fooling me once, I'll never forget, yeah
Yeah
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Writer(s): Georges Lefebvre
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