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Respect
5,976
Hip-Hop/Rap
Respect was released on January 22, 2021 by eOne Music as a part of the album Respect
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AlbumRespect
Release DateJanuary 22, 2021
LabeleOne Music
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM136

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
YC
YC
Songwriter
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Songwriter
Christopher Pearson
Christopher Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YC
YC
Producer
Bigg Antt
Bigg Antt
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I don't respect it
I don't respect fake shit (Nah)
I don't expect you to show me love
(I expect you to keep it real, though, like, tell me, like
You know what I'm sayin'? Keep it real)
[Chorus]
I don't expect you to be my friend (Nah)
I don't expect you to show me love (Nah, nah, nah)
But I expect you to keep it real
I don't respect **** that do pussy shit (Nah)
And that's just how a **** feel (What else?)
See, that's just how a **** feel
I don't respect fake shit
I don't respect fake shit (I don't respect no fake shit)
These **** on straight snake shit (Nah, nah, nah, ain't no love, bruh
Fuck all that love shit, ****
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? You gon' make me pull my gun out, man)
[Verse 1]
See, I think **** hate 'cause I'm chosen
'Fore I let him sneak me, we gon' die together
Told my brother it's crunch time
Remember we was broke, we used to vent and just cry together
Mama know I be thuggin', she pray for me
It's just certain shit **** do that ain't straight to me
Real **** know body language
You don't wanna see me reach, then ****, stay away from me
**** dissin' for clout nowadays, that's crazy
We ain't never had no situation where we bump heads
Met up and shot them guns, let 'em sing, Chaka Khan
Thug life like Pac Shakur
Get on point 'cause the opps in here
We ain't trippin', got Glocks in here
Drop your nuts and get shot in here
I pop big shit, I can fuck every thot in here
How I'm fake and you don't know me?
Goin' by what a **** told you, but my ho come show me
I kept it real with **** and I ain't know them
Pops like, "Take your time, just show them"
I'm in the jungle with snakes and apes
They ready to bite and take some shit
He just caught a body off the H (Turn me up, YC)
Walked up on him, faced his shit
[Chorus]
I don't expect you to be my friend (Nah)
I don't expect you to show me love (Nah, nah, nah)
But I expect you to keep it real
I don't respect **** that do pussy shit (Nah, I don't like that fuck shit)
And that's just how a **** feel (That's just how I'm feelin' right now)
See, that's just how a **** feel (That's just how I'm feelin' right now)
I don't respect fake shit
I don't respect fake shit (**** be faker than three dollar bills out here)
These **** on straight snake shit (I'm sayin' like, how can **** fake kick it?
Like, I can't, I can't shake no ****' hand, man, fuck 'em
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout)
[Verse 2]
We ain't linkin' with ****, we grew up like brothers
It's understood what we'll do for each other
I still'll throw that mask on, fuck this rap shit
We on hammer time, ****, fuck that clap shit
I'ma dirty my city
There was just room for me, now they all in competition
That's what come with this
We tote fifty rounds, that's my thunderstick
Have his block hot, check the thermostat
She just bend over flat, let me punish that
Feel like I'm still stuck in the cul-de-sac
Screamin' free my brothers 'til my brothers back
You know they gon' hate when you doin' good
Real **** seem to go through the most shit
You wrote a statement, that's ho shit
I was deaf, actin' like I ain't know shit
You can't repaint no picture when they show true colors
Kept it real from day one, that's gutter
I think I was drunk that night when I hit a **** block with that cutter
Let off some shots while they crumble
They say if you live by the gun, you gon' die by that motherfucker
Actin' rude with the chopper, it stutter
I cannot go like that, I'm sorry
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot, that's a carbine
See, I thought you was real, but you showed **** different
That storm came, they started dippin'
Playin' both sides, just trippin'
He just pulled out fifty, that shit temptin'
He'll flip out, that's his temper
Pull up black truck, presidential
Keep it too real, **** hate me
But what?
[Chorus]
I don't expect you to be my friend (Nah)
I don't expect you to show me love (Nah, nah, nah)
But I expect you to keep it real
I don't respect **** that do pussy shit (Nah, that fuck shit, nah)
And that's just how a **** feel (That's just how I'm feelin' right now)
See, that's just how a **** feel
I don't respect fake shit (Yeah, yeah, I don't respect it)
I don't respect fake shit (**** get killed right now, right now)
These **** on straight snake shit (Straight ho)
Written by: Christopher Pearson, Ladarius Odum, Y.C
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