Tyrell - RESPECT

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[Intro] Yeah Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll, Buckroll [Verse] Two way street of respect, I’m keeping things up in check I know they bleeding finesse, ain’t genuine it’s a bet Some ain’t leaving the nest, ain’t got no wings trying jet With me, secrets is kept, I could be leaking the mess Peeping the specs of demons in chest Fiending for rest but never move to improve or invest Who influenced ya chess? yo maneuvers ain’t vet Stupid in fact, fluent attacks, bruising ya back Stabbers and actors mastered the craft of lucrative cap After the math, it’s only best, who get the sack Quartering back, on 4th down, we going for that They scoring for less, whoring ain’t blessed, ignoring the threats I’m fresh up in the game, I cleaned the stains, I was bleeding pain Til I went to feed my lane, not praying to God had me insane Pictures in frames, they appeared through the grain No visions to fail, touched the braille, then I won me a gain But I loss love for the gang, still loving the game This ain’t bout no fame, bout yo pivot and range Slippage brings strange thoughts cause when it pours, it rains Allures get changed and reassurance sure don’t tame My gut feeling, it was us in it, til it was tough in it I’m cut different and no supplements heal it, it’s up with it Ion trust niggas, nor bitches Going with my core feelings, in the studio, I record feelings Niggas blitzed, they go against it form and mix it, Mr Coalition We need no additions, my door is more efficient Pour and sip it, pick it, poison in it, we mean more than business Score to finish, can’t remorse on business, cause the floor is finished Scorch and hit em, go and get em, we front door and kill em No IDs up on the scene, Geez, all we need is venom Breathe, half of em dead, Believe, half of em fed Cheese, half of em feds, Gs, Chiefs, hit up my — 21 main members, I can mention that Please don’t make me send for that, G, you got defense for that? My lineage, got bombers that dismembered that Armored through the chit chat, blitz that, fuck his Max Fuck it, were them members at? The split was super imminent Hurting, where September at? Only got love for the dead guys, remember that Fuck it, like where Emma at, I still love the women back Flicked up with Timesha, shit we been a stack All the cap, I’m hearing that, my name, they wanna smear and bap Put in pain, I’m clearly stamped, try me on the internet But niggas won’t near clap, no applause or fitted hat El Rukns come and slumber that, like a lumberjack Chopping shit down, no running now, it’s a hundred rounds Niggas left underground, leave em like my humble sounds Til niggas really blow up, Common niggas mad I showed up Guess I ain’t showed enough cause they won’t approach us, yeah they know wassup [Outro] Stone To The Bone? Yup This one of the Originals 1965, Bullstone my mans My Uncle Papa Stone, how you gone die? Huh? How you gone die I don’t know I don’t know when Ima die How Ima die Where Ima die I’m dying Blackstone To the Bone? Til the bone Playa Yessuh
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