[Lyric] Respect (Zimri Alexis)

Yeah we came to play, but I ain’t come to play
Long live shorty G, yeah and ima scream it to the death of me, ayo Marcus, why the fuck they thought we came to play yeah we definitely cut up on this bitch man, yeah yeah uhn

Who can fuck with me i am queen ima prodigy I do goddess things I do not fuck with no peasants I can’t hang with people that don’t learn they lessons change up yo circle they blocking yo blessings they wishing me but really they jealous thought I had friends but time steady telling do not tell yo businеss it will be a weapon I ain’t stressing bout what no bitch say if shе talking down that bitch been fake why the fuck ima trip bout a nigga I am an angel but I know some killas give me some drugs I’m gon be a dealer say you been broken ok I’m a healer I’ll be yo genie what wish I’m fulfilling bill collector I’m very consistent

I’m bouta run up a check Aretha Franklin ima need my respect applying pressure got my foot on they neck why would I compete when I know I’m the best

I’m bouta run up a check Aretha Franklin ima need my respect applying pressure got my foot on they neck why would I compete when I know I’m the best


Niggas wanna live in the limelight Caught him slipping it was a bad night Bitches trippin think they wanna fight you won’t know who coming fuck on sight gotta stay clean when niggas playing dirty I’m protected in the Spirit I ain’t never worried big choppas we plotting my niggas that’s gone have not been forgotten I’m weighing my options I have a concious my shooters don’t they’ll pull the trigger just in case I won’t who want the smoke We came to play I told you before that I ain’t come to play if you don’t like me stay out my way bitch fuck you and have a nice day bitch pay me to be on my brain bitch you can’t then stay in yo lane bitch

Yeah yeah I’m bouta run up a check ima need my respect got my foot on they neck bitch I know im the best bitch I know im the best bitch I know im the best bitch!

I’m bouta run up a check Aretha Franklin ima need my respect applying pressure got my foot on they neck why would I compete when I know I’m the best

Aye tell me, why would I compete with these niggas?
I ain’t got no beef with these niggas 
I’m hungry but I can not eat with these niggas
Connected, I ain’t tryna link with these niggss 
Fuck on yo bitch, then I fuck up a check 
I been a dealer, ain’t talking no deck 
I got the recipe like I’m a chef 
My name been official, but I’m not a ref 

I ain’t wit all of the talking 
I’m running it up while you walking
Ain’t bout no money, den why is you calling? 

I’m wit my niggas we sipping and tipping, they  stripping 
You look up, that money keep falling 

I’m wit some bitches, they say that I’m in this bitch tripping 
So fuck it, I gotta keep balling 

Niggas be stalling, they be like, hold on, wait 
If niggas hungry then go fix a plate 

I be der early while you running late 

Some niggas show love and some niggas gone hate 

Nigga I’m straight, pay me in Franklins 
If we talking money, then that’s my language
Playing with my money, that’s how shit get dangerous 
I’m switching up plays, got me feeling like Peyton
We ain’t in the same league
We don’t move at the same speed
Niggas ain’t never had shit, so all these niggas know is greed

Niggas can’t hold me back 
Been the goat, they know dat 
Niggas can’t, really rap
Fuck up a check and I’m always gone get it back 

I’m bouta run up a check Aretha Franklin ima need my respect applying pressure got my foot on they neck why would I compete when I know I’m the best