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letra de respect me! - christian layone

[intro: christian layone]
hate us cause we are just us
respect me yeah you know what’s up
yeah i’m always on the beat though!

[verse 1: christian layone]
see me stylin’ like fashionista. (aye aye!)
if you know pretty chicks then hook me up
i ain’t got time for just a little crush
all i want is just to go and crush
you know i stick out like stye. (ooh)
she be my type. (yah!)
she got those legs. (ooh)
i be like: dang! (yah!)
i ain’t no dance rapper. (aye)
but i got their swagger. (aye)
i be raising standards. (aye)
now kids must be masters. (aye)
i don’t know who you are, i just do my style. (what?)
i don’t mess with any try-hard
i’m more than just a student. (okay!)
y’all need to be unique or at least clean. (mmm)
y’all kids got nothing that’s neat. (mmm)
learn a bit and become pro. (mmm)
so you can be my level. (mmm)
before the tape i’ve been praised by my homs as the best in the 909
repeat i’m the
bu-bu-bu- best in the 909
cause no offense but these fools got no flow. (yah)
i still rep it. i still rep it
909 pride
i’ll bring my friends right in the mix
gosh dang!

[verse 2: ivan]
you ain’t real man h-ll off me
i don’t really care what you thought of me. (oh!)
picking your brain like lobotomy
none of that g-y stuff, that’s sodomy
likin’ her shape, her geometry
you in the world is what’s wrong with me
why is yo girl so fond of me?
why in the world she keep callin’ me?
do you understand are you following? (following!)
can’t keep her down now you wallowing. (wallowing!)
choking on tears that your swallowing. (wah!)
you don’t got nothing to prove
no type of game. not smooth (smooth!)
no type of rhythm. no groove (groove!)
i take your hood and you move
i took the game and you lose
i wanna become the best
a h-ll of a test
i’m stuck in a struggle, i’m stuck in a mess
i’m not the rest, i’m the special guest
but i digress
i’m still taking less
‘xpecting more
i’m the fashion galore
what are your asking for?
step out the door
that’s another body dropped to floor

[verse 3: abhijith jose]
used to hang out with the people that’d be called the friends of me
talking smack behind my back man
now they be my enemies
got them disses stuck inside my head. why they hating me?
okay now that all my friends are dead, they ain’t feeling me
i ain’t drink no lean
stacking up my jeans
imma get up to your boy and that’s by any means
hold up. alright i’m done
nah i’m just playing boy
you ain’t got no game. you a mumble-rapping lame boy
can you speak more acreately? don’t know what you’re saying boy
gotta be more like me. this ain’t just a gameboy
hit em. k!ll em. drop em. one by one. like i’m rambo
getting way too occupied. running out of ammo
we ain’t on the same boat. cause you ain’t got the flame though. (fame though!)
think you be successful but then you ain’t got no aim though. (aim though!)
if we be in the theater, then we ain’t in the same row
sleep gang is the name, and i plan to remain so

[verse 4: cam]
aye
i’m the man. you can’t stop me. (nope!)
tell your girl to get off me. (off me!)
she keep calling me papi. (papi!)
i’m the one you can’t top me. (top me!)
chasin’ the bag with my homies. (homies!)
dude’s keep acting phony. (phony!)
flow digital like sonny. (sonny!)
stay getting the money. (money!)
pull up on the scene and they panicking. (woo!)
bros be fake like manikins. (woop!)
talking out yo neck? boy. come again? (what?)
diamonds water neck man glistening
pretty sure my girl been listening
so i gotta do this for the bigger things
i swear i wanna get her man everything
i swear i wanna get her man everything
i swear man i can’t lose. (i can’t)
i’m tryna make it to the news. (i am)
i’m wide awake, you hit snooze. (yuh)
i hit 3s. not 2s
uh yeah aye uh
and the beat bang go
never chained django. (nope!)
and i’ll never sell dope. (no!)
and i’ll never go broke. (never!)
keep it clean like the pope. (yuh!)
chains hang like ropes. (yeah!)
style drippin’ i’m soaked. (dripped!)
yall sleep, i’m woke. (i’m woke!)
never drink nor smoke. (no smoke!)
on the beat never choke. (no choke!)
see me the young goat
bang!

[verse 5: corbin grino]
endy endy. k!lly k!lly
hide the body, watch me run
shoot another scary movie
kiss my shawty. bite my tongue
fear of god. god of fear
crystal ball. crystal clear
bullet bill. let it rain
cooler fell to super sayian
yo shoot another flick in the brink of the daylight
stanley kubrick stay slick since day five
wanna catch a lift real she’ll give me time
honey bust my lip. no kiss. that’s date night
baby send text like, “yes yes yes!”
don’t sleep on me. no stress stress stress
homie hit me up and asked if i’m alright
nah dog, i’m off white
coppin’ the coffins for all of my enemies
poppin’. not stoppin’. we down in amphetamines
flickin’ the wrist like i always ball up
i’m so sick of my niche, it’s so hard to feel love
suckin the venom up out of my veins
baby please go ‘fore i blow out my brains
homie keep swervin’ swerve. outta my lane
endin’ my life ‘fore i’m losing my fame
water drippin. tower tippin’
i’ve been plottin. power simpin’
honey pottin. oxycontin. every label i am coppin’
don’t forget that we are k!llers
body droppin’ ill plot fillers
blade dipped in the bane of my problems
quick nape hit look and i solved them

[transition: everyone]
stay woke. yah!

[verse 6: davean smith]
i’m not the life of the party. i’d rather kick it with my shawty. (shawty shawty!)
chill with the homies and go to the pool
meet after practice and hang after school. (after school!)
caught myself tryna be something i ain’t
mask off sorry but i’m tired of the fake
i can count the real ones on two hands
guess i got less than ten close friends
tryna excel at everything that i do
if i try my best than i’m cool with number two
or three or four cause i keep it lowkey
stick to myself and my friends know me
stay ahead of the game. get a few steps ahead
wish i could get a job to makin’ some bread
if i got hired. i’d take back what i said
all this work. i probably end up dead
but i gotta stay focused. gotta keep my eyes open
all of my effort in schoolwork and sports
this life a little bit too short
gotta spend times with the ones that you love
meet new people. stay away from drugs
always avoid confrontation
keep it cool once it is a real situation
two dudes tryna fight? why?
just looking for some trouble. bye
some girls staring at me tryna catch my eye
let me call my only one just to tell her “hi”
i got you to laugh when you half-sleep
must be funny that the feeling run that deep
but you can’t hit me back til your phone beep
guess you ended up being one to keep

- christian layone

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