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Meek Mill - Respect The Game [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Dammo Farmer
Dammo Farmer
Bass Guitar
Chris Payton
Chris Payton
Guitar
Lonnie Liston Smith
Lonnie Liston Smith
Sampled Artist
TAYLOR KHYRIE
TAYLOR KHYRIE
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lonnie Liston Smith
Lonnie Liston Smith
Songwriter
Nikolas Papamitrou
Nikolas Papamitrou
Songwriter
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
Omar Gomez
Omar Gomez
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Co-Producer
Alex Estevez
Alex Estevez
Engineer
Lou Carrao
Lou Carrao
Engineer
Steven Xia
Steven Xia
Engineer
Beat Menace
Beat Menace
Co-Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Dylan Del Olmo
Dylan Del Olmo
Recording Engineer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Papamitrou
Papamitrou
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Big bad got 'em big mad
A **** gettin' to some money and his bitch bad
Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, uh
Ask a **** in my hood, he gon' say that I'm stamped
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pourin' down rainin', I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we poppin' the champ', uh
[Verse 2]
We dodged all the feds and they traps
**** can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a **** had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man's girl start actin' bougie when he fucked up his cheddar
Before you know it, **** was fuckin' her better
I knew about it and I
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went runnin' to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talkin' under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Know I'd go against you, facts
[Chorus]
Rule number one
Never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two
Never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three
Save you some of that money, shit, you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
[Verse 3]
Respect the game
Fuck the fame
We millionaires, fuck your watch and lil' chain
**** disappear as quick as Lil' Zane
You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over
That ain't real money
That's bail money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Callin' home like **** done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put **** on
And the moment that they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that ****, but I never got my head up my ass
I'm doin' good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me frontin', 'cause I'm used to bein' second to last
Respect the game
[Chorus]
Rule number one
Never count your homie pockets thinkin' you deserve it
Rule number two
Never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three
Save you some of that money, shit, you better stop splurgin'
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game
Written by: Robert Williams, Nikolas Papamitrou, Omar Gomez, Larrance Dopson, Lonnie Smith
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