[Lyric] Respect (Bratter)

Why is everything melodic?
Pop a perc and go hypnotic
I mean tell me where's the logic
Behind praising these narcotics

Sometimes this shit outta pocket
I just find it a lil ironic
How you can’t make it in music
If your dancers ain't exotic

Well

Respect me and my name
I know I prolly won't get fame
But y’all keep treating this like a game
And I told y'all I ain't the same

I'm the one with motivation
I'm the one with dedication
You're the one with the hating
Cause I'm spitting fire lately
I don't wanna hear nobody say this music shit ain’t hard
This shit tearing me apart, I’m just trying to spit bars
I'm just shooting for the charts and I’m shooting for the stars
I might be shooting too far cause I'm wanting to be large

I just want a fancy car with a fancy ass garage
I just want a fancy house with a pool and big ass yard
I just want a stack of money so I know that I won't starve
So I know my kids won't starve if I get to play that part

Barry Bonds, I’m hitting this beat out the park
Seeing light when I spent too much time in the dark
Put me on a building just like Tony Stark
Hawkeye all day I'm hitting my mark

I ain't afraid to leave y'all behind
I'm on my own fucking time
But I spent too much time wasting it
Well now I draw my own line

Leave me, deceive me
Been through it all, believe me
Lie and say you need me
May hurt but I'm proceeding

To pop up on y'all's radars
Just admit my shit hard
Just admit I got bars
I'm a King I ain't no discard
I'm fucking tired of this
Y'all doubting me, letting me sink in the abyss
From now on I don't fucking miss
Then the snakes come back claiming they don't hiss

Claiming they real ones
And they love your tracks
Where tf were you
Before I was counting racks

Oh wait you fucking left
Fuck off with that fake shit
Ain't afraid to knock on your door
And just fucking break shit

I'm done with the disrespect
I build shit like an architect
Dirty ass snake now I gotta disinfect
Don't doubt my fucking intellect

I'm gonna have the last laugh
I'll have people wanting autographs
You think this is all of me?
Bitch this ain't fucking half

My following about to grow
Who the real ones? I don't know
Just heard of me? Shit you're slow
I got no brakes, I continue to go
I got the drive
I got the mind
I got the rhyme
I got the eye
I got the time
I got the grind
While y'all just watching
From the side

I just prove y'all assholes wrong
Yeah you're vibing to this song
I know y'all be laughing at my shit
Well not for long