respect - Zubi, K2 World

First off, I’m a black man king, get up

Made a bad man sing along

Second, African dem queens, dey got

Big booty and big melons

The third is for all the hustlers

Make money on the regular

And the fourth is for all the foreigners

Flew in with more figures

Hands up to the man with more class

And the lady with more cash

Shake your head if your bank is all that

I mean, your card is all black

Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers

Do a step if it’s more than

Respect to the fine and older

Like wine you’re stronger

Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers

Do a step if it’s more than

Respect to the fine and older

Like wine you’re stronger

Number five for the fighting soldiers

They be standing up sober

Six is for the working fathers

The mums and providers

Lucky seven for the lucky strippers

Racing convertibles to villas

This is for the men with eight figures

Enemies won’t see us

Set up, if they catch you, it’s all over

You see, police no be soldier

Flex up if your watch is golden

And your man is holding

Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers

Do a step if it’s more than

Respect to the fine and older

Like wine you’re stronger

Crip walk if you’re wearing that loafers

Do a step if it’s more than

Respect to the fine and older

Like wine you’re stronger

You see the way that I’m pushing is all about timing

Can’t love me in public, don’t love me in private

I peeped a lot of man hating, but most of them are pricks still

I can’t even blame them, I done a lot of shit still

They know me from prior, the coldest attire

But ain’t your mother tell you there’s no smoke without fire?

See, everybody shocked when they provoke a live wire

Try awake a humble beast, you better hope that man tire

Leaking on me, leaving on me

Single man, nah, ain’t nobody cheating on me

Slap a nigga till he woke, but he’s sleeping on me

All they do is hit, I’m talking 'bout these pieces on me

Yeah, a lot of things change, and I don’t even talk up

Big dick energy make five-nine look taller

I jumped on my A-game, now niggas all torn up

My next single mad, I’m tryna put 'em through trauma

TBH, it’s bigger than the one former

Closer to popping off and you can tell I’m getting warmer

Ha, never tell 'em I didn’t warn ya

Learn the city, you can tell something’s in the water

Remember all the things I had to do for the gang

Remember all the things I had to do for these bands

None of this was planned, somehow it’s going to plan

Doing up hustle like it’s nothing to man