All Due Respect
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' niggas
On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac
I'll beat you to a pulp, no fiction
Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants
On some "Ah, ha, look what I did" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked-ass cop, I'ma put a bullet in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin, ah, ha, ha, look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin', "Don't be a fool, never follow rules again"
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
The teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline
We the goddamn reason for Ritalin
In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin'
Dead wrong, we never got along
We laughed at the kids that were active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag
And a Bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
When I go back to class, I'ma punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
'Cause you get no respect
I don't flirt with greatness, I wifed it in Vegas
The shit's all paid for, I signed the papers
Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
Any invader gets slayed and stays killed
On sovereign land, Mike fills the safe up
We call when the fam gets paid a great thrill
The bad news bear hug, beats, then creep off
You drive a rape van, mullet, Ray-Bans
We do Vicious, you do witness
You don't clap shit, you's a cricket
Run the J's, we don't run so much
It's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the blinds, they got drones and mines, we so close to the lie I can almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind
They got more holes dug in the earth, oh my
The beat gets abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note, tryna do taxes
This is my house and it's high or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
'Cause you get no respect
I'm a thrill killer; I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin' left you
It's all your fault, mommy's lonely
You're a burden, she needs rescue
Hey little buddy, where's your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here's a dollar, don't follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life, but first run the diamonds
From the jungle (the jungle), the brothers (the brothers)
Can't relate to your first-world struggles
You want safety, hugs, and cuddles
IED's will leave bloody puddles
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier
And a note from my dad that said, "I hope God carry ya"
Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores
Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, "Michael the Benevolent"
Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant
'Cause you get no respect
Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' niggas
On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac
I'll beat you to a pulp, no fiction
Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent
Blow marijuana smoke, no incense
Exhale in the face of innocent infants
On some "Ah, ha, look what I did" shit
And if I get stopped by a crooked-ass cop, I'ma put a bullet in a pig
And Rin Tin Tin, ah, ha, ha, look what I did again
We the hooligans outside of school again
Sayin', "Don't be a fool, never follow rules again"
We the bad boys bully with the fully that
The teachers say ain't shit and in the need of discipline
We the goddamn reason for Ritalin
In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin'
Dead wrong, we never got along
We laughed at the kids that were active participants
Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag
And a Bible of Gideon
Got suspended for bullyin' a bully
When I go back to class, I'ma punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
Punch him in his shit again
'Cause you get no respect
I don't flirt with greatness, I wifed it in Vegas
The shit's all paid for, I signed the papers
Used to date but then I made her my main bitch
Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage
And Mike's my neighbor straight from Greatville
Any invader gets slayed and stays killed
On sovereign land, Mike fills the safe up
We call when the fam gets paid a great thrill
The bad news bear hug, beats, then creep off
You drive a rape van, mullet, Ray-Bans
We do Vicious, you do witness
You don't clap shit, you's a cricket
Run the J's, we don't run so much
It's all fun and games till my J's get scuffed
I'm livid, fuming, out of touch
I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch
Close the blinds, they got drones and mines, we so close to the lie I can almost die
I got no goals left but to save my mind
They got more holes dug in the earth, oh my
The beat gets abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note, tryna do taxes
This is my house and it's high or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
High or the highway
'Cause you get no respect
I'm a thrill killer; I will test you
Just like daddy fuckin' left you
It's all your fault, mommy's lonely
You're a burden, she needs rescue
Hey little buddy, where's your mommy?
Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny
Here's a dollar, don't follow behind me
I gotta go bang out mom and auntie
I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas
Hang where the cops seem scared to find us
Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us
Fuck your life, but first run the diamonds
From the jungle (the jungle), the brothers (the brothers)
Can't relate to your first-world struggles
You want safety, hugs, and cuddles
IED's will leave bloody puddles
Woke up in Nigeria
Kicked out America
Case of malaria
Shit got scarier
Got left with a gun and a pit bull terrier
And a note from my dad that said, "I hope God carry ya"
Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores
Y'know back to the home of a rock in Georgia
To return as a king, "Michael the Benevolent"
Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant
'Cause you get no respect
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Jaime Meline, Zoby Wilder, Torbitt Castleman Schwartz, Travis Barker
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