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lirik lagu nyke ness - respect the game freestyle

i told myself i wouldn’t stop until i’m satisfied/
n-ggas talk a lot but barely doin what they advertised/
like while you chattin they gon need rosetta stone/
think you talkin bullsh-t cuz they don’t understand you half the time/

always said to be the first you can’t go last around it/
you don’t got answers sway tell me why you askin bout it/?
they always ask about it, secrets buried in my closet/
keepin sh-t a thousand wittem,,
mad they got a thousand out it/

like how you win in lose lose situations doe?/
it took a lotta loses even had to let my patience grow/
n-ggas want respect and be the same that never make a show/
actin like they paid for it ,n-gga this ain’t hbo/

under pressure i won’t put you under pressure/
real recognize real and i don’t think we had the pleasure/
study all the fakes i heard this game will surely test ya/
n-ggas always fakin fly until you ruffle up they feathers/

took forever tryna get from where i came from/>>
amazing all these steps you woulda thought a n-gga came up/
it’s a struggle not to struggle so i blaze up/>
jays on the bottom joggin on em peep the jay run/

vamp life never been the type to lay up/
you put in work? oh nah i needa see a pay stub/
n-ggas paid the ref and try and say i gave the game up?/
ain’t no fittin room but seen alotta n-ggas change up/

so i gotta eat,, chicken with the collard greens/
cap city mumbo sauce ,, started from the bottom creek/
dream closer everyday ,, got me feelin like a fiend/
got me maskin every feelin yellin happy halloween/

all these kuntas off the root with they chains on/
i just rock a red shirt like this state farm/
all these people lookin like i had bout 8 arms/
but i ain’t octopus, go tell the ref i’m bouta take charge/

used to burn alotta rubbers like a race car/
i ain’t f-ckin wit these n-ggas that’s a race card/>
i’m more simba now,, grew up wit the same scars/
purple gas got me cheesin,, somethin like a gangar/

sometimes i wish i bought a ticket and just hit the lotto/
grew up stealin what i needed like a desperado/
still here ,know ya roll you not a roll model/
but she a cold model, liquor and gold bottles/

for now we grindin,, like we ain’t got no leverage/
would write at 8 not leave the boothe till it hit 7/
hopin my work ethic save a spot for me in heaven/
cuz i aim to give h-ll to anybody second guessin /

hook
one for the money, two for the show right?/
3 to get ready lemme get up out my old life/
respect the game

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