JTLR - You Will Respect Me
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Verse 1
I stayed for the money, two for the show
Three for the women, never forfeit the dough
I've been knocking at the door, but the door open slow
But you see who on the track, so you already know
JT and Mr. Carter drop the world to the song done
When I make a milli' right above it, yeah, I'm on one
So Swift, bruh, I'm feelin' like a pop star
Try to keep it simple, black and white like a cop car
Whoop, whoop, who you gonna call?
Watch me hit it, watch me hit it. Keep your eye on the ball
The game gives, I ain't even gotta ask
Money in the bag, watch a nigga skip the ad
And I'm bad, I mean real, real bad
I mean leather jacket fightin' in the subway bad
Two eagles in the suit, got a nigga feelin' risky
And I can pull’em out like Tennessee whiskey
Chorus:
You ain't gotta love me. We don't have to agree. Never claim to be a saint
Might be everything you hate. But you will respect me
Verse 2
It's all business, no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later
I'ma think about it never, all I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell, that stench, you just think sanitation
I'm right here, nigga, fuck the location
Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the hill
But one from the hammer, get a nigga killed
Fill a nigga up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up and split a nigga mill
Yeah, if niggas actin' how they feel
Then I'll pull it out the jacket, get the clapper like a seal
Chorus:
You ain't gotta love me. We don't have to agree. Never claim to be a saint
Might be everything you hate. But you will respect me
Verse 3
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The gigolo, the bigger flow, MC Jonny T
We had the total vision, now it's time for us to implement
The game tried to kick us out and couldn't stop from enterin'
We secured the win, secured the bag at every increment
Every bar and lyric, every rhyme, now there's the instrument
A proper introduction just in case you never heard of him
This is 3 the hard hard way just in case it ain't occurred to them
The goat, I am the greatest, that's word to Muhammad
Sick to they stomach, haters fart and then they vomit
The way they run they mouth, they the devil incarnate
While I'm wakin' up to a veggie cheese omelet
Findin' my zone, simply mindin' my own
Give it a shot, homie, baby, you can try this at home
Interns be mistaken, they roll like they the boss
While I shine like that wall painted with semi-gloss
So keep the new slang and all the silly phrases
When it's said and done, I'm droppin' what really pays us
Legendary veterans and not much faze us
The million-dollar sound, if you had to appraise us
Between the prepositions, you can find the propositions
Heavyweight champion, defeatin' opposition
Microphone, check it anyway you select it
You can love it, you can hate it. But you won't disrespect it
I stayed for the money, two for the show
Three for the women, never forfeit the dough
I've been knocking at the door, but the door open slow
But you see who on the track, so you already know
JT and Mr. Carter drop the world to the song done
When I make a milli' right above it, yeah, I'm on one
So Swift, bruh, I'm feelin' like a pop star
Try to keep it simple, black and white like a cop car
Whoop, whoop, who you gonna call?
Watch me hit it, watch me hit it. Keep your eye on the ball
The game gives, I ain't even gotta ask
Money in the bag, watch a nigga skip the ad
And I'm bad, I mean real, real bad
I mean leather jacket fightin' in the subway bad
Two eagles in the suit, got a nigga feelin' risky
And I can pull’em out like Tennessee whiskey
Chorus:
You ain't gotta love me. We don't have to agree. Never claim to be a saint
Might be everything you hate. But you will respect me
Verse 2
It's all business, no love to the competition
Let that jumper hit him, sit him down, swap his spirit
Die now, I'ma think about it later
I'ma think about it never, all I think about is paper
I draw first, that's that quick animation
You smell, that stench, you just think sanitation
I'm right here, nigga, fuck the location
Cause too much information could get you that vacation
Tell the cops, I say fuck the allegations
Got work in the trunk with no conversation
One for the hurt, one for the hill
But one from the hammer, get a nigga killed
Fill a nigga up, then it's for real
We gon' hit a nigga up and split a nigga mill
Yeah, if niggas actin' how they feel
Then I'll pull it out the jacket, get the clapper like a seal
Chorus:
You ain't gotta love me. We don't have to agree. Never claim to be a saint
Might be everything you hate. But you will respect me
Verse 3
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
The gigolo, the bigger flow, MC Jonny T
We had the total vision, now it's time for us to implement
The game tried to kick us out and couldn't stop from enterin'
We secured the win, secured the bag at every increment
Every bar and lyric, every rhyme, now there's the instrument
A proper introduction just in case you never heard of him
This is 3 the hard hard way just in case it ain't occurred to them
The goat, I am the greatest, that's word to Muhammad
Sick to they stomach, haters fart and then they vomit
The way they run they mouth, they the devil incarnate
While I'm wakin' up to a veggie cheese omelet
Findin' my zone, simply mindin' my own
Give it a shot, homie, baby, you can try this at home
Interns be mistaken, they roll like they the boss
While I shine like that wall painted with semi-gloss
So keep the new slang and all the silly phrases
When it's said and done, I'm droppin' what really pays us
Legendary veterans and not much faze us
The million-dollar sound, if you had to appraise us
Between the prepositions, you can find the propositions
Heavyweight champion, defeatin' opposition
Microphone, check it anyway you select it
You can love it, you can hate it. But you won't disrespect it
