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[intro: j indika ]

yeah, aye!

(j indika)

gotta talk my sh-t one time, yeah

aye, aye, yeah!

[verse 1: j indika]

i respect a known hater, than a friendly quiet enemy. (yeah)

saying that they down with my team when they pretend to be, (yeah)

quick to call me bro, when it’s clear you ain no kin to me, (you ain’t no kin to me)

i wasn’t gone address it, but you n-ggas gon remember me, (yeah)

i done been through h-ll and back n-ggas sh-tted on my name, (my name)

mad i f-cked ya old b-tch, on the low she said you lame, (she said you lame)

n-ggas keeping up facades they really can’t maintain, (yeah)
pictured all my fam on top, and you was never in the frame, (was never in the frame)

paid my dues all in this sh-t, trailblazing my own lane

life is pressure in the 4th, bucket shots like i’m dame, (i’m d.o.l.l.a)

i’m forever poppin sh-t never bout to stay the same, (nah)

self made all up in this b-tch, n-ggas bout to feel this pain, (aye)

yeah, take a trip to the southside chi where most my n-ggas poor

reality was distorted, but we knew out there was more

politicians steady lying, we done seen this all before, (b-tch)

bout to spazz on these n-ggas, fred hampton with the fro, (aye)

[chorus: j indika]
this ain’t no rap cap we coming for respect, (respect)

it’s like we sponsored by gillette, the way we coming for ya neck, (ya neck)

that 9 milly on me, got no time for threats, (i tote it, aye)

from atlanta to the chi, real n-ggas gon respect, (they gone respect, aye)
this ain’t no rap cap we coming for respect, (respect)

it’s like we sponsored by gillette, the way we coming for ya neck, (ya neck)

that 9 milly on me, got no time for threats, (aye, aye)

from atlanta to the chi, real n-ggas gon respect, (aye)

[verse 2: j indika]

tryna survive and stay focused in this jungle

got family on my back, praying to god that i don’t stumble, (won’t fall)

gotta stay focused on every day and get this bread, (yeah)

them zombies be lurkin n-gga, feel like rick in walking dead, (aye)

cause i’m the one applying pressure with this sh-t

they taking shots wit no gun, my pen loaded like a clip

these rugers shoot ain’t no fun, leave you gutted like a fish, (you dead)

body bag, serving heads on ya momma’s favorite dish b-tch, (bodies)
i’m stackin chips, c-note flow, my heart cold, three below, (aye)

shorty call me on my line, feenin for that drano though, (what)

what that mean i clean her pipes, yeah she love i hit it right

swear i’m mj in the bed, the way i beat it every night

money on my mind, i will always put it over s-x, (yeah)

plot them million dollar deals, calculate my every step

white house cursed my generation, know that i’mma break the hex

they down to k!ll each other for some clout, and them nike checks

[chorus: j indika]

this ain’t no rap cap we coming for respect, (respect)

it’s like we sponsored by gillette, the way we coming for ya neck, (ya neck)

that 9 milly on me, got no time for threats, (i tote it, aye)

from atlanta to the chi, real n-ggas gon respect, (they gone respect, aye)

this ain’t no rap cap we coming for respect, (respect)

it’s like we sponsored by gillette, the way we coming for ya neck, (ya neck)

that 9 milly on me, got no time for threats, (aye, aye)

from atlanta to the chi, real n-ggas gon respect, (aye)

[outro: j indika]

aye, you know sometimes they say, succeeding in silence is the best revenge

sh-t i don’t doubt it, but sometimes i like to talk my sh-t and let these n-ggas know

all head shots n-gga we coming for yo neck

(j indika)

(brr!)

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