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Bry
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Bry
Bry
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Bryan Johnson
Bryan Johnson
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Bry
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I want respect I want respect, I want it I want respect I want respect, I want it Chasing a check, chasing a check, I want it, want it Young nigga got that bag on me Chasing a check, I want respect My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet Beating the odds, turned to a vet Niggas on pause, my niggas on next Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest Blood in my palm, looking a mess Told her stay calm, she look in distress Shout out the real not too many left Not too my left, let's make a bet Niggas be fake, you could recheck How long it take, give it sec Get what you make, take what you get Never get caught, cheat on the test I let it off, that's on the set Cartier shades, Running a press Pretty Lil face, she gimme neck She gimme neck, she gimme neck, she gimme she gimme She gimme neck, she gimme neck, she gimme she gimme Diamonds on me come from Tiffany Niggas envy, that look seem familiar Screaming free the real, half you niggas reeler You niggas rats Get you a check, don't get it wet Weather the storm, flood the Patek Making her smile, niggas be vexed Niggas be snakes, they add tile to the rep They let it spray, get your child from the steps Work in the day, while your nights for the rest Can't run away, give it your best Chasing a check, I want respect My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet Beating the odds, turned to a vet Niggas on pause, my niggas on next Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest Blood in my palm, looking a mess Told her stay calm, she look in distress Shout out the real not too many left Ain't no complaints, ain't no regrets Chasing the green, play for the jets Niggas be feen, I'm god in the flesh Left her on seen, got her depressed Girl ima king, gotta contest Great through genes, pep in my step By any means, I gotta rep For them Youngin's who come straight out the jects Whole lotta pain, I'm outta breath Work on my aim, shoot with a wess Settle for change, never for less Sip on champagne while playing chess She give me brain, so intellect Niggas be lame, no introspect Nothing to gain, we won't connect Me and fake niggas can't intersect I was betrayed I was in debt I was ordained I was neglected Had to sustain from all that rejection Pray to god every night for protection Coming first I don't know what is second, Keep your thoughts nigga, fuck what you recon If you a doubter by now you learned your lesson Chasing a check, I want respect My Niggas my dawgs, my bitch is my pet Beating the odds, turned to a vet Niggas on pause, my niggas on next (I'm working hard, I got a rep) Shoot at the arm, wearing a vest Blood in my palm, looking a mess Told her stay calm, she look in distress Shout out the real not too many left
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