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Respect
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Respect was released on January 27, 2024 by Heartless as a part of the album Respect - Single
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Release DateJanuary 27, 2024
LabelHeartless
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travon D Hawkins
Travon D Hawkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Papa Bear, you'on know me, den you bout to , Brody said go crazy
I said say no more, I got you , Young OG up in my hood , Who got more respect than I do
If Brody ain't behind me, I start bussin', he might die too
Pop him in some high shoes, I done did all kinda shit
Drop him like a movie, walk off like I'm Denzel Washington
Bitches can't breathe around me like I'm takin' all they oxygen
They pockets negative, but STD, they testin' positive
Hold up, wait, I'ma win regardless, ain't no stoppin' it
Hold up, wait, Everything I say, these **** copy it
Used to hate when people called me fat, now it's a compliment
I'm drippin' confidence, I'm just somebody you ain't fuckin' with
Ayy, but free the real, and R.I.P da bros
Ain't with a lot of shit **** be doin', but shit to each his own
If you see her with me, know she eatin' dick right off the bone
Told her bye Felicia, I got right, then left that hoe alone
And she look like Neil Long, Want her, but don't need her, though
No I ain't a pimp, my phone ringin' Fuck, I need her 4
I just burned her head, so her pants, never took them off
Told me scoop her up, if she don't suck me, bet I make her walk
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all
I don't know, but I know if they try me, I'ma kill them all
My business, my business, even Jesus bet not get involved
Kill them with success, they see my face, I bet it piss em off
Monkey see mon-monkey, monkey do these **** followers
Everybody snitchin', but gettin' money, I don't honor it
**** really shootin' just to hit the fame lottery
I shoot its for a reason, hope I hit a main artery
But pardon me, R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Wat **** gon' give me, or it's gon' be a funeral every week
I was really just a max, when we shower twice a week
Seein' Kite magazines, thinkin' how it's gon' be me, ayy
Fuck you **** mean, can't fuck with me on a bad day
Tell my opps to celebrate, any day might be last day
I bag chase, catch it and spend it, fuck with the tag say
But I can't spend no money on bitches, that shit is sad, ayy
What these hoes good for , Absolutely nothing
I can never cuff a bitch, I know they absolutely fuckin'
Suckin', fuckin', any **** that come around with some money
Think she real, Go to jail
You trust her, then you in trouble
Shit, I gotta get back, I just did a knick-knack
Now my foot up in they neck, the other foot up in they ass
Shorty left a **** high and dry when I was just in prison
Now when I see her, it's high and by, no I don't wanna kick her
How I'm feelin' , Real good
Now a **** out that cage, how they feelin, Real shitty
Fuck it rubb in they face
Bitches know the money comin', so they tryin' to ride the wave
Deal money, but I'm still gon' live lovely if it ain't
Ooh-wee, everybody actin' like they knew me
Ooh-wee, she ain't suckin', kick her out like Bruce Lee
Papa Bear, really make your favorite rapper take a seat
I was just in prison, rappin' off the table, makin' beats
Shit, R-E-S-P-E-C-T
When **** gon' get me or it's gon' be a funeral every week
I was really just a max when we shower twice a week
Seein' Kite magazines, thinkin' how it's gon' be me, ayy
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
When **** gon' get me or it's gon' be a funeral every week
I was really just a max when we shower twice a week
Seein' Kite magazines, thinkin' how it's gon' be me, ayy
Written by: Travon D Hawkins
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