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Respect
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Respect was released on April 25, 2025 by Musical Satisfaction Group as a part of the album Should've Known
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Release DateApril 25, 2025
LabelMusical Satisfaction Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapo NFL
Guapo NFL
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Figueroa
Jonathan Figueroa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MSG Skrt
MSG Skrt
Producer, Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Armando Guzman
Armando Guzman
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Lately I've been thinking, I've been stuck up in my head
But I ain't really trynna talk about it, I'll put it to bed
And I be getting high, trynna get away from shit that got me stressed
The way she looking at me, we gon' hit the crib and make a mess
We off the 1942, we hit the crib and she get bent
Like, baby, what you wanna do? I got no time to play pretend
If you want me, then I want you, you wanna fuck, I want the sex
So that's your business? Nah, my fault, that she knows Guapo do it best
Forgot to cut the grass, snakes came, trynna fuck up my progress
You know, MSG, NFL, really the gang I represent
I treat all my **** like family, you know, I don't want no friends
You know my **** living lavish, brodie just copped and new Benz
And I don't get why **** hating on me, shit don't make no sense
Matter of fact, I get it, I'm a youngin, moving like a vet
And a lot of people love me, but **** wanna be different
When I see they ass in person, I bet you it's all respect
When I started rappin, knew I had the talent
**** out here rattin, so I stopped the trapping, I'ma hit the studio instead
Then brodie said I'm wildin, bro, just bring the packs in
****, it don't matter how you stack it, as long as you stack your bread
Tell them I'ma stick to rapping, **** it's my passion
I'ma make it happen, I'ma make sure the whole world hear what I say
I was losing the motivation, was hanging on by a thread
And I can't cope with the emotions, I be buggin' off the meds
Lately I've been thinking, I've been stuck up in my head
But I ain't really trynna talk about it, I'll put it to bed
And I be getting high, trynna get away from shit that got me stressed
The way she looking at me, we gon' hit the crib and make a mess
We off the 1942, we hit the crib and she get bent
Like, baby, what you wanna do? I got no time to play pretend
If you want me, then I want you, you wanna fuck, I want the sex
So that's your business? Nah, my fault, that she knows
(Guapo do it best)
(Oh, oh, oh)
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Written by: Jonathan Figueroa
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