Lyrics

Say it hood
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ayo Q
Oh my, oh my
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
May say what you want about me, may speak how you feel
I ain't losing no sleep about it, it is what it is
I respect what you saying 'cause shit you said it to them
Let's link up and let's talk about it, if not let's just talk about it
I hate that laughing, smiling in your face shit
Knowing they don't fuck with you, I swear to God that's fake shit
And that's why I keep a blade to cut the grass to see that snake shit
I ain't in my feelings, I'm just cool off all that fake shit (fake shit)
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
You can't hide who you are
You got hate in your heart
Yeah, you hate to see me winning
Yeah, it tear you apart
You got issues within
You know that envy a sin
But you can't help it, my blessings
Just make you sweat through your skin
But that's alright though (that's alright)
Just make sure when you mention me that you with me
Don't throw a rocking hat, don't have my **** come correctly
No, no, I don't respect shit unless it's said directly
You don't get a pant saying shit face to face, respect me
Or keep your mouth closed or get your eyes rolled
But that fake shit that you want I get from round thugs
I see a snake every time they can't hide
That's the reason why you know I gave my best love
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
I'm cool on all this state shit, but you sure like my dog
I'm so used to all this hating shit, I done been through it all
I say what I say, don't care what I say, 'cause I know what I say is so real
You ain't gotta like me, but you gonna respect it
And that's just how it is
Had to get me a lawnmower
So I could cut the grass and see the snakes at the front door
Had to watch my combo, 'til my baby mom's still tryin' to put me on death row
My own blood brother cut my toe (ain't that some hate shit)
My artists act like he don't know
Damn, Boo, that's some fake shit (is you serious?)
Is you serious, homie?
Wrong is wrong and my feelings are gone
**** know I turn up, shoot blood from 'em
And turn they period on
This that real-life music
Grace ain't no industry song, I'm Gucci
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit (snake)
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face-to-face shit (put my name on it, and you address me)
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
I'm cool on that fake shit
And I keep my grass cut to see that snake shit
May put my name on it make me respect it
I'm talking face to face shit
You ain't gotta like me, but you sure gotta respect me
Cool on all that fake shit
Hola
You gotta respect me
Oh my, oh my
Written by: Anthony Warr, Derrick Terry, Zykerian Hood
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