Dom Kennedy - Respect My Mind

That's how we comin' through
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Ayy

I'ma Westside factor
After cash and big homes, I own my masters
I have to, let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck crash
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold

Uh, so what's the issue judge
I can't come home in a body bag, that's not a sub
One thin' about Dom K is he got nuts
Can't kiss on a lady that I do not trust
You don't wanna cross us
Every day I boss up
Daytons on Offerup
What you ever offer us?
They wanna paint me as the villain like I'm sinister
I ain't gon' lie I had to go and seek my minister
He told me everythin' got purpose
Come full circle, don't let nobody hurt you
And patience is a virtue
If you didn't grow up 'round here, it don't concern you
I know, I never thought I could live life like this
Four cars, studio and I did it legit
If I can't score I'ma get a assist
We was rollin' way before we had learner's permits
I know, they don't want me to speak on our legacy
Rather see me strung out on methamphetamine
Realistically speakin', I'm what they'll never be
Metaphorically speakin', I'm feelin' heavenly
Yeah, I'm at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe
Goin' for the gusto, tapped in, Morris code
It's a lot of people doubtin' me
After this they gon be watchin' from the balcony
After this, they gon be claimin' it was alchemy
I'm with Jessenia somewhere on South Beach
Right on Ocean Drive with the daiquiris
I like when they do it with no teeth
Two door car, we in the back seat
Yeah, I spend everythin' vivid
You talk it, I live it
Pimp rides like Xzibit
You damn near should film it

I know
Ha, I know, ayy
I got a lot of people doubtin' me
Yeah

I'm just a Westside factor
After cash and big homes, I own my masters
I have to, let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin' in the car and I'm waitin' on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck crash
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it's me and I got on all this gold
I got on all this gold

Yeah, respect my mind
Haha
Uh
That's it

Written by:
Dominic Ross Hunn, John Groover Jr., Michael Cox Jr.

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Lyrics © CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP

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