[Lyric] Respect (Semi Six)

I rock the crest with the tartan print

I’m better than these rappers by a large percent

Black owned Businesses Im in charge of it

My target I’m roughly 200 yards from it

Hit em with the marksmanship

50 cal rounds go through his cartilage

I swung steel on the armor of Spartacus

Sand on the colosseum is scarlet tint

I’m Not the one to spar against

You couldn’t guard the 6

Dr J with the Philly Jersey and stars in it
Incarcerated scars I’m Tony Starks with the Clark’s n shit

Hockey mask on while I’m throwin darts dipped in arsenic

I got cheese like I’m the top of some chicken parm n shrimp

Sippin somethin dark in a leather chair my cigar is lit

You niggas students while I’m the master the Wallace Fard of this

If rap was a smell You niggas garbage scent

Turn ya favorite artists into carcasses



If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect

If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet


If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect
If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet


Billie:

I do it proper
Smoking weed like a rasta
Halloween put the mask on my face
I’m a robber
My niggas a rob ya
Ride in vans wit the choppers
He ran out his vans when we popped up
Sitting at Starbucks with my laptop open getting my stocks up
Only so long they can pretend them niggas not us
The flow burning your chest like grey goose vodka
Put blood on your white jacket just like a doctor
A nigga use to sit and wonder
Now Dave God make you hear thunder for like twelve summers
Timbs with the Ralph Lauren Lumber
Bitch wanna slumber
Watch what she do with a cucumber
Hear your bars
You ain’t got no heart on it
Detroit Lions hat
Stitch Billie Hart on it
I hope niggas ain’t having a issue
Under the Hill piston I got a pistol

If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect

If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet


If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect

If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet

L.A.Z:
We flyer than crews we like the fuselage

I guess I’m really him, ride the stairway to heaven touching the hems of a lesser god

Hezekiah I’ll hit ya spirit like The reverend lawd

Jamming I got my weapon on

16 more rounds going on like joe Louis brawls

Never ending mr bux once a pen is drawn

Rembrandt the hot flow ball not matzo this lamelo and lonzo

Pull from long range twisting up like it’s pop smoke

The drill is real once you tapping in with the really

Spin am like it’s haymakers at Mayweather millies

Resurrection this makaveli but boom bap

Lieutenants hit the booth give em heat To recruit cats

Come with me walk the path by the bootstraps

Hit the track and I run laps


If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect

If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet


If I can’t get respect Imma take the respect

If these rappers wanna flex take the chain from they neck

I ain’t makin’ any promises I’m makin’ a threat

Who the illest in the game man Im takin the bet