Respect (feat. Vincodaman & Ne3ph)

What makes you think I give a fuck about respect?

My own blood cut me off for the check

What makes you think I give a fuck about your problems

I got my own & I ain't got time to solve them

What makes you think I give a fuck about them bands

When half you **** barely touching fifty grand

What make you think I give a fuck about your bitch

Even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain't shit

Alright, okay, hold up wait let me explain

I work 7 days a week I ain't got time for your complaints

Plus I work 10 hours a day, 5 days a week at my lil job

So every year I can bring in a measly extra 60k

Chasing M's, you chasin skims, I'm on a different time of day

My bitch like bitches, got a ****, she a different type of "bae"

I swear it's fuck all of you fuck ****

I don't even much fuck with 'em

I just got this load in, I ain't trying to be stuck with 'em

Load up this Nissan, hit the road, try my luck with 'em

I don't fuck with no new ****

With the same ****, came up with 'em

Since Karl Kani jean outfits, leather Pelle coats, and Buck 50's

What makes you think I give a fuck about respect

My own blood cut me off for the check

What makes you think I give a fuck about your problems

I got my own & I ain't got time to solve them

What makes you think I give a fuck about them bands

When half you **** barely touching fifty grand

What make you think I give a fuck about your bitch

Even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain't shit

What make you think I give a fuck about you

Bust up off you, Knock some dust up out you

Bitch you would be houseless if it wasn't for vouchers

How you thinking got you living lousy

You know nothing bout me

I got kids to feed, you stuck in the county

Say why you think I don't be worried bout it

**** pussy body, she just puss & body

No substance behind it

I need something timeless

Think about that shit before you vouch it

You 'bout it? I doubt it

I earn it, then count it

Run it up from the A to the mountains

Think about that crazy shit you said

You wishing me dead

Cursing me, stay all up in your head

'Cause you **** is scared

Think about calling for some help

Then keep it to yourself

Don't give a fuck

I'm stacking up my wealth

And coming for my belt

What makes you think I give a fuck about respect?

My own blood cut me off for the check

What makes you think I give a fuck about your problems

I got my own & I ain't got time to solve them

What makes you think I give a fuck about them bands

When half you **** barely touching fifty grand

What make you think I give a fuck about your bitch

Even if she thick, if she with you, then she ain't shit

**** love to hate me 'cause they cannot do it better

I was po' pimpin', ****, and your bitch couldn't get no wetter

I was riding in the Vic, cuties in the trunk lining

I was workin on myself while y'all **** just be whining

Y'all bitch made, self righteous, weak, I'll give you six days

I just need a scale, and a supply, I'll flip it six ways

I be making albums, ****, motherfuck your mixtape

I'm my own damn Gunna, plus, I told you, I ain't wit gang

What makes you think I give a fuck about your status

Give a fuck about your words, I give a fuck about your actions

What makes you think I give a fuck about your passion

I need my money in my hand and that's my only satisfaction, ****