Turn the reverb up a little bit
Yeah
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money cant buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
My attitudes been like f*ck you
Cause i've been peeping what y'all up to
Cause you're talking crazy when my back's turned
But it's buddy buddy when y'all come through
And i ain't really done much yet
And I already got these bitches upset
Real recognize boy you suspect
I just cut records while they cut checks
So cut it this lifestyle I love it
I did this my own I never had a budget
Started from dirt independently funded
Now i don't go out much id rather get blunted yeah
And now y'all wanna make raps
About f*cking hoes its the same crap
And every song's like the same track
In a couple years see if they last
I'm on a roll like straight A's
I'm coming for the throne bitch make way
And f*ck your feedback I don't need that
I don't give a f*ck what you lames say
Its ODR had to spell it out
I don't really get what y'all jealous bout
You claim you trapping in your new songs
But we ain't never seen your ass sell an ounce boy
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
I used to tell em i'd make it they'd laugh
They never knew that I could even rap
I'm making moves while y'all sit on your ass
Cause I dream too big I cant fit in a nap
Cant even recall the last time I relaxed
Mixing and master my craft to a plaque
What do y'all know about saving up racks
Just to make beats and lay down a few tracks
Had a whole album i thought it was trash
So I went back and i cooked up some crack
Back in the day take a glimpse to the past
Who would of thought i'd have taken this path
Who would of thought i'd be making this cash
For making these beats for the homies to slap
In their car while they're driving with hoes in the back
Trying to duck from the police on the streets in the jack man
They thought they'd have me cuffed
I said i would make it they thought I was bluffing man
I did this my own its not luck
Now i'm coming up and y'all ain't saying nothing
The boys crying wolf someone best grab a gun
But bullets ain't stopping this shit I've begun
Now i'm bout to blow I ain't talking George Jung
I knew this would happen since I was just young man
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
Link Pellow - Re$pect Lyrics
Link Pellow - Re$pect Lyrics
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Turn the reverb up a little bit
Yeah
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money cant buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
My attitudes been like f*ck you
Cause i've been peeping what y'all up to
Cause you're talking crazy when my back's turned
But it's buddy buddy when y'all come through
And i ain't really done much yet
And I already got these bitches upset
Real recognize boy you suspect
I just cut records while they cut checks
So cut it this lifestyle I love it
I did this my own I never had a budget
Started from dirt independently funded
Now i don't go out much id rather get blunted yeah
And now y'all wanna make raps
About f*cking hoes its the same crap
And every song's like the same track
In a couple years see if they last
I'm on a roll like straight A's
I'm coming for the throne bitch make way
And f*ck your feedback I don't need that
I don't give a f*ck what you lames say
Its ODR had to spell it out
I don't really get what y'all jealous bout
You claim you trapping in your new songs
But we ain't never seen your ass sell an ounce boy
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
I used to tell em i'd make it they'd laugh
They never knew that I could even rap
I'm making moves while y'all sit on your ass
Cause I dream too big I cant fit in a nap
Cant even recall the last time I relaxed
Mixing and master my craft to a plaque
What do y'all know about saving up racks
Just to make beats and lay down a few tracks
Had a whole album i thought it was trash
So I went back and i cooked up some crack
Back in the day take a glimpse to the past
Who would of thought i'd have taken this path
Who would of thought i'd be making this cash
For making these beats for the homies to slap
In their car while they're driving with hoes in the back
Trying to duck from the police on the streets in the jack man
They thought they'd have me cuffed
I said i would make it they thought I was bluffing man
I did this my own its not luck
Now i'm coming up and y'all ain't saying nothing
The boys crying wolf someone best grab a gun
But bullets ain't stopping this shit I've begun
Now i'm bout to blow I ain't talking George Jung
I knew this would happen since I was just young man
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
Yeah
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money cant buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
My attitudes been like f*ck you
Cause i've been peeping what y'all up to
Cause you're talking crazy when my back's turned
But it's buddy buddy when y'all come through
And i ain't really done much yet
And I already got these bitches upset
Real recognize boy you suspect
I just cut records while they cut checks
So cut it this lifestyle I love it
I did this my own I never had a budget
Started from dirt independently funded
Now i don't go out much id rather get blunted yeah
And now y'all wanna make raps
About f*cking hoes its the same crap
And every song's like the same track
In a couple years see if they last
I'm on a roll like straight A's
I'm coming for the throne bitch make way
And f*ck your feedback I don't need that
I don't give a f*ck what you lames say
Its ODR had to spell it out
I don't really get what y'all jealous bout
You claim you trapping in your new songs
But we ain't never seen your ass sell an ounce boy
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
I used to tell em i'd make it they'd laugh
They never knew that I could even rap
I'm making moves while y'all sit on your ass
Cause I dream too big I cant fit in a nap
Cant even recall the last time I relaxed
Mixing and master my craft to a plaque
What do y'all know about saving up racks
Just to make beats and lay down a few tracks
Had a whole album i thought it was trash
So I went back and i cooked up some crack
Back in the day take a glimpse to the past
Who would of thought i'd have taken this path
Who would of thought i'd be making this cash
For making these beats for the homies to slap
In their car while they're driving with hoes in the back
Trying to duck from the police on the streets in the jack man
They thought they'd have me cuffed
I said i would make it they thought I was bluffing man
I did this my own its not luck
Now i'm coming up and y'all ain't saying nothing
The boys crying wolf someone best grab a gun
But bullets ain't stopping this shit I've begun
Now i'm bout to blow I ain't talking George Jung
I knew this would happen since I was just young man
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
As a youngin' used to dream i'd make 100 grand
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
But imma still cash a few checks maybe spend it on my neck
As a youngin' dog I always knew i'd be the man
I used to dream and i woke up turned them into plans
I don't know why i'm so worried the money can buy me respect
And I only f*ck with the fam dog I cant f*ck with all the rest
Writer: Link Pellow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid