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Meek Mill

Respect The Game

 

Respect The Game

(album: Championships - 2018)


Yah
Big bag, got 'em big mad
A nigga getting to some money and his bitch bad
Jumping out the Rolls truck with the temp tag
I'm getting money, I don't get mad, ugh
Ask a nigga in my hood, he go and said it on stand
And when them situations came, I came out like a champ
When it was pouring down rain and I came out of it damp
But now it's champagne showers when we popping the champ', ugh
We dodged all the feds and they traps
Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats
Stand tall, point a finger, never that
I knew a nigga had it all, went to the B, ain't get it back
That's why I'm humble as ever, and I rumble whatever
Don't chase hoes 'cause they come with this cheddar
I seen my man girl start acting bougie when he fuck up his cheddar
Before you knew it, niggas was fucking her better
I knew about it and I
Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever
But when I told him, he went running to tell her, damn
Remember I was down bad, I'm talking under the cellar
Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas
For the rain and all the pain that we been through
If you don't feed your wolves they gon' put you on the menu
That's why I be with family and some bulls that I been knew
If money determined loyalty, we'd cut you with a Ginsu
Now I go against you, facts

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinking you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurging
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

Fuck the fame
We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain
Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan
You feeling yourself, I know you got a lil' lane
Just hold your composure, I seen this shit happen over and over
That couple hundred thousand holding you over
That ain't real money
That's bill money, buy a Rollie, get a wheel money
Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money
Now you tapped out and got no appeal money
Calling home like niggas done did you wrong
But when you had that money you could've put niggas on
And the moment they put cuffs on you, your bitch was gone
Student of the game, I'm just ahead of my class
I'm that nigga, but I never got my head up my ass
You doing good, but I'm ready for bad
And you won't never catch me fronting 'cause I'm used to being second to last
Respect the game

Rule number one, never count your homie pockets thinking you deserve it
Rule number two, never trust a bitch that'll fuck you for some purses
Rule number three, save you some of that money, shit you better stop splurging
'Cause when it's all said and done and you back at the bottom, they gon' treat you like you worthless
Respect the game

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