J Dot - No Respect

I ain't showing no respect until Im Shown respect
If you really listen closely I'm just talking shit
If I shoot my shot up at em it was self defense
I'm not saying I'm the best I lack confidence
I can tell you I got tired of cleaning up dem kitchens
Don't ask my why I keep my gun, Cuz I be too suspicious
I talk to god and now I know you not to old to Listen
I laugh through pain all the time I feel like petter griffin
I survived through all dem tears I had to dry them puddles
I kept my music shuffled
You was there I know you wasn't okay Now puzzled
I been tryna focus in my bag I'm trying to load uh duffle
Yeah it's hard convo with somebody who ain't never struggled
I been in uh scuffle with my life I think im gaining muscle
Yeah I'm hard headed I'm not nice when I be out in public
I'm not making friends shaking hands cant be fake for nothing
Yeah I got uh daughter be retarded We got repercussions
We got repercussions
Im not takin no more shit I know I'm post to flush it
I know myself I hate to wave But I still try to brush it
She said hey and I'm disgusted she don't know she busted
She got feelings like I do but I think mines is rusted
The Closest people do you dirty I just never trust it
I keep pushing every time I made the best adjustments
I guess day god cuz everybody In dis world be judging
Men let's change da subject
Look I'm just talking to myself So ain't no interruption
Some much stuff in this world day just misinterpreted
When I be talking to these beats I realize I'm not perfect
Can't let me daughter see me down Im never trying to hurt her
Im jump behind that person like I seen hurdle
I been trying to take it slow but I am not a turtle
Keep my foot up on da ball, always keep uh girdle
I ain't showing no respect until Im Shown respect
If you really listen closely I'm just talking shit
If i shoot my shot up at em it was self defense
I'm not saying I'm the best I lack confidence
I can tell you I got tired of cleaning up dem kitchens
Don't ask my why I keep my gun , Cuz I be too suspicious
I talk to god and now I know you not to old to Listen,
I laugh through pain all the time I feel like petter griffin
I survived through all dem tears I had to dry them puddles
I kept my music shuffled
You was there I know you wasn't okay Now puzzled
I been tryna focus in my bag I'm trying to load uh duffle
Yeah it's hard convo with somebody who ain't never struggled
I been in uh scuffle with my life I think im gaining muscle
Yeah I'm hard headed I'm not nice when I be out in public
I'm not making friends shaking hands cant be fake for nothing
Yeah I got uh daughter be retarded We got repercussions
We got repercussions

Written by:
Josyiah Gladden

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