Respect Peezy
"Respect" by Peezy, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that emphasizes themes of self-worth, loyalty, and the importance of earning respect in life and relationships. The lyrics convey a raw, personal narrative about struggles and triumphs. Unique musical elements include a hard-hitting beat and dynamic flow, reflecting the Detroit rap scene's influence. The song resonates with listeners for its authenticity and motivational message.
[Intro]
Money, power, respect
Respect, mud and sweat
It's all that matter
Respect
Fuck everything else
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
Niggas don't like us
But they gotta respect us
You ain't gotta like us
But you will respect us
Fuck niggas don't like us
But you gon' respect us
You ain't gotta like us
But you will respect us
[Verse 1]
Ayy
They might not like us but they gon' respect us
And that's all that matter
Anything else that go on from there get handled
Talkin' bullet shells, homicides, beers and candles
What you did out here? Who you know, lil' nigga?
Talkin' like you plugged in the middle made me giggle
Used to be in a tight spot, had to wiggle
Keep fuckin' up a hundred-thousand, tryna see a million
Was the AP, then I can deed you the ceilings
'Cause a young nigga had dreams through the ceilin'
Never switch it up and keep it G with me, nigga
We gon' look like we all sellin' kis in the [?], yeah
Money, power, respect
Respect, mud and sweat
It's all that matter
Respect
Fuck everything else
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Chorus]
Niggas don't like us
But they gotta respect us
You ain't gotta like us
But you will respect us
Fuck niggas don't like us
But you gon' respect us
You ain't gotta like us
But you will respect us
[Verse 1]
Ayy
They might not like us but they gon' respect us
And that's all that matter
Anything else that go on from there get handled
Talkin' bullet shells, homicides, beers and candles
What you did out here? Who you know, lil' nigga?
Talkin' like you plugged in the middle made me giggle
Used to be in a tight spot, had to wiggle
Keep fuckin' up a hundred-thousand, tryna see a million
Was the AP, then I can deed you the ceilings
'Cause a young nigga had dreams through the ceilin'
Never switch it up and keep it G with me, nigga
We gon' look like we all sellin' kis in the [?], yeah
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