Lyrics
Yeah lets go
And don't you ever forget that it's all love till they find a better connect
Took falls, lost it all, but we kept the respect
No matter what
Still playing' the streets in my thirties, fresh out the joint
Finding players, putting 20 grams on every point
I'm just making sure they get the point
Did so much dirt there wasn't nobody left but me to disappoint
Im beast they got no way to contain
Kensington Beach feud summers, money came on the train
The poisons in the air, there's no way to sustain
The floods the underground market, but it came on a plane
Thinking of ways to get a mil without selling dope
Where I'm at the second you threaten to go tell, you told
Son asked Daddy, where's your plaques, were you ever gold?
Nah, but my name is forever, we don't ever fold
Good with the food, but better with cement
And I got a few convictions of possession with intent
Got a FaceTime from my Mexican connect
He said if you don't want to end up dead, just show respect
And don't you ever forget that it's all love till they find a better connect
Took falls, lost it all, but we kept the respect
It hurt, but we had to keep it goin' nevertheless
Respect, you better stack what you get
My dog calls from his tablet and I gladly accept
We left work, got more and came back to collect
They got money too, but they ain't have the respect
My man cuts the work and sells it for what he got it for
Outside of a dollar store,, coming in from Baltimore
Got caught slinging, now he's singing like a Commodore
Lined his man up for a nine over some dimes of raw
Life gets pettier and pettier
When your folks pass, all you have is what they said to you
Its crazy how living is getting deadlier
I pray if I'm bidding their ain't no Nebia
If I was trying to make a bill
I was home one month, and I was trying to make a sale
No tracking information, I told them not to take the mail
He tapped up to probation, told em not to take the sale
Cause you'll forever be in debt
The hate come from fear, it will never be direct
That's why me and them never gonna connect
Some people rather wind up dead then show respect
Stephen P. Odell
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