Respect The Come Up (Explicit)歌词-Meekz演唱

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Respect The Come Up - Meekz

Through all continue to build

We have to respect the come up

Look at how far you've come

Respect the journey, man

Count the blessings, accept the changes

Appreciate the highs and the lows

For the good and the bad all make us who we are today

There is no ups without downs

To struggle way out, you respect your own journey

Respect when you see someone who comes from nothing

And turns it into something

Now that's everything

Get the fuck up

Respect the come up

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Never cheat the grind

You know I need to fly, stay away fro evil eye

I'ma keep my G's alive

If I said it is for life

If I want it, what's the price?

Spending what I like

Got it off of chopping white

On my block it wasn't nice

Got me robbing to survive

Money problems on my mind

Pull up, "Like what's the vibe?"

Keep my name off your mind

I ain't into gossip lies

There ain't no shortcuts to success

Surrounded by buj at 17 when I seen my first bunk-bed

Never know what's gonna come next

Police knocking at my door got my mum stressed

Gotta stay ready, make the re-up stay heavy

Never weigh pennies, gotta save pounds

I don't rap, I make sounds

I been 'bout since the playground

Dropped a tune, never knew that it'd take me out

Fuck, they're my mates now

Came up, I coulda stayed down

Look at how my life played out

Look at how we turned out

Still niggas wanna see me turn 'round

Get your shit peppered up and burned down

Still own my old Nikes, Chuckies and my Berghaus

I went to jail and didn't learn nowt

Except all that karma that I served out

I went from serving cats to servery hats, getting burnt down

It's really mad, fuck it, time on my hands

I used my time wisely and put mine into plans

I'm tryna buy me some land, so free my guys out the can

Get the fuck up

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Ayo, deef

And when they told me Louis ain't racist, they got Virgil

I said I need the ones with green and the purple

And, shit, I need the boots and the trainers to match

And knowing me, I'll go insane in the trap

And I only smoke flays out the pack

My nigga told me, "You the greatest to rap"

I ain't complaining with that

But now I need a crib where the neighbours ain't ashamed to adapt

That whip came, by wrist aching, put it straight on the tap

I used to stay with a cat

All I need is my blade and my mask

Them times saving for straps

Winner's wages are daft

Maze in traps, and fuck the snakes and the rats

They think I'm rich like, "Six figs what you made off of trap"

I get rich, I rob nigs and turn flake into crack

If I rap, it's straight statements and fact

It was alleyways blatant for cash

Pavements and paths

You get blades for your stash till my papers are mad

If I did it, I ain't taking it back

Fuck, it's 10K on my back

Got me thinking, "Will I ever change?"

Fuck drip, I just let it rain

I ain't playing any games

'Heavyweight', that's my second name

I remember fucked up on borke nights, better days

Can't stress the fame, just bless the game

Respect the change

Let me kick back and test the strain

Certain things can't left my brain

I might fly Thailand, go test my aim

No weed for couple weeks to refresh my brain

I get pissed off, can't bun weed when I'm on the plane

My head's gone 'cause I was gone for days

Cah I miss them times with my bros

All them highs, all them lows

Tryna find me a road

But I can't give my life to a phone

I bless the game with the finest of flows

Bet I'll find me the throne

All them days I spent flying them O's

Heh, I didn't know that my timing was gold

I stay golden for life, miss my bro

Why, why you gotta die? You the GOAT

Creating diamonds, I got ice in my throat

This that ocean drip, I might just buy me a boat

So I can kick back, write rhymes on my own

Get the fuck up

Respect the come up

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Get the fuck up

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Get the fuck up

Respect the come up

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Get the fuck up

Respect the come up

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