TiFaJay - Respect the Game Lyrics

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When I was young, wanted to be like Meek
Now I rap, youngins wanna be me
Hood preacher
I been tryna guide the youngins out the streets
Hood teacher
Yeah the ones in school said it's jail or deceased
And you gotta respect the game
Cause who would've thought this how I'd be livin'
Tryna turn to a hero
But I'm still hangin' around with villains
Yeah
You might go back to zero But just stay focused on the millions
They out here livin' double lives
They mom think they just a civilian
But she don't know about his lives
He start to beef and get to killin'
Mix my mind up with the rhymes
I start the beat up, then I kill it
Till blood spillin'
When it's just you and I, I get a good feelin'
You know how to express my pain, so that's why I always come to you
I fell in love right with the mic
We stuck together, you my boo
Been in the stu like everyday
It's either you or countin' blues
I never not know what to say
That pain stuck in my brain like glue
I'm blessed to rock expensive shoes Cause back then socks I wore bout two
Yeah we was swapping kicks up in the trenches
I did that with a few
Cross him up like Uncle Drew
Got some dreams I'm tryna pursue
I done paint the perfect picture
But you got cropped up out the view
I almost fainted when I heard the news
I wish it wasn't true
I ain't a saint,
But I'm still close to Christian Dior or the Loubs
Gon' keep a hunnid in the safe
Just for my kids and they ain't born yet
Gon' put that shit up in they face
For days they laugh, no I ain't forget
Yeah, I spit heat just like Mace
I'm on the top, top of the race
I need SRTS and Trackhawks
Keep the drop tops off the wraith
This chick wanna dance pasada
I can't cha-cha, peep the waist
Please stop all that rata-rata
You ain't on nada, that's okay
I fell out of love with Prada
It's Rick Owens everyday
And bro bust heads like a piata
I just gotta give the say