Correction Paroles Respect On It par Project Youngin

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When the people doubted me I never tripped on them niggas
I just got my money up and tossed some trips on them niggas
Never backstage or gossip I'm so sick of these niggas
Swear they know everything but don't see the big picture
I ain't in this by myself them kids look up to me
Got a family to feed, got to take care of the needs
When you mention my name better put respect on it
Matter fact, you mention me, put a check on it, yeah yeah

I'm a mind set up all about the dollar
Ain't got time for these f*ck niggas make problems
I'm tryin'a ball today f*ck tomorrow, get my money larger
Apply pressure and go harder
I'm a dope sellin' money gettin' nigga
f*ck them hoes up on my scrilla
Don't be playin' ‘bout my money we squeeze triggers
I play the ball but now it's a different court
NBA said I won't do shit, I've found a different sport
I had to [?] and move out them songs
You thought I wasn't [?] gettin' rich off my phone
I ball to hard like [?] out the long
If you ain't talkin' money, leave me the f*ck alone

Been on my own I, mama your baby boy grown now
I'm on the traffic movin' zones I
Killin' every song I, on the roll [?]
Papa was a rolling stone but tried to hit me ‘cause I'm on now
I'm just trappin' and rappin', I'm rhymin' and stackin'

I'm a make this shit happen, catch me out it's no lackin'
Had to designer my parents, I ain't lovin' these hoes, I just f*ck them and nap them
Had to tell myself I was going to do something, I did it
And if I ever told you I love you shit I meant it
This [?] ‘till I'm finished, I'm Popeye off the spinach
When I pop up they gon' feel me, all that [?] just kill it
It's the Youngin hoe

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