No Regrets
I want my respect
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
I got no regrets
Nigga I'm blessed
Stacking up checks, making em stretch
I live in my head, no need to address
Whatever they said, send em my best
Cause I never stress bout little things
Niggas is lame, Niggas just blame
All of their failures on somebody else
If I couldn't do it I look at myself
I do it myself, I never want help
Rappers get signed to sit on the shelf
People be lying, it's bad for they health
Shit they be buying be bad for they wealth
Random but I hope the niners get back to the bowl
I heard that my unc might get out on parole
He the reason I love em, not sure if he knows
Damn
'Cause I never went to see him
He caught a body, don't wanna be him
I thought they never was gon free him
(Still might not)
But the time served was deserved
I never want a dream that's deferred
We raising glasses, the vision ain't blurred
Whew
I want my respect
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
Let me confess
I need to express
I see no regrets
Maybe except
The quarantine we could've used to invest
The more I see feelings that we still repressed
Unfortunately we was born in a mess
Gotta be more than just this
I ended up boarding a jet
They ended bored at a desk
I put all my fam in all of my prayers 'cause I know God gon bless me
And every time he test me
Never let bullshit stress me
Had two sons
One was born 1 pounds 7 ounces at Wesley
Twin brother died
But he survived and to this day he's healthy
I want it I get it, repeat it I got it
I want it all
No other reason for needing plan b in my pocket 'cause I'm fuckin raw
If nothing more
Record contracts on the cutting floor
Tables we left money on
Put the pen to it
So you know just what we coming for
Young vizzy
I want my respect
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
I got no regrets
Nigga I'm blessed
Stacking up checks, making em stretch
I live in my head, no need to address
Whatever they said, send em my best
Cause I never stress bout little things
Niggas is lame, Niggas just blame
All of their failures on somebody else
If I couldn't do it I look at myself
I do it myself, I never want help
Rappers get signed to sit on the shelf
People be lying, it's bad for they health
Shit they be buying be bad for they wealth
Random but I hope the niners get back to the bowl
I heard that my unc might get out on parole
He the reason I love em, not sure if he knows
Damn
'Cause I never went to see him
He caught a body, don't wanna be him
I thought they never was gon free him
(Still might not)
But the time served was deserved
I never want a dream that's deferred
We raising glasses, the vision ain't blurred
Whew
I want my respect
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
Let me confess
I need to express
I see no regrets
Maybe except
The quarantine we could've used to invest
The more I see feelings that we still repressed
Unfortunately we was born in a mess
Gotta be more than just this
I ended up boarding a jet
They ended bored at a desk
I put all my fam in all of my prayers 'cause I know God gon bless me
And every time he test me
Never let bullshit stress me
Had two sons
One was born 1 pounds 7 ounces at Wesley
Twin brother died
But he survived and to this day he's healthy
I want it I get it, repeat it I got it
I want it all
No other reason for needing plan b in my pocket 'cause I'm fuckin raw
If nothing more
Record contracts on the cutting floor
Tables we left money on
Put the pen to it
So you know just what we coming for
Young vizzy
I want my respect
(I want my respect)
I do the work say less now baby
You playing checkers not chess
You niggas looking stressed not wavy
Let's put this shit to rest
Your measure of success don't phase me
I got not no regrets
I got no regrets
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Boone, Jamal Norwood
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