Respect Dom Pachino (Ft. Infinite)
"Respect" by Dom Pachino (Ft. Infinite), released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that emphasizes the importance of self-respect and authenticity in the face of adversity. The lyrics convey themes of resilience, loyalty, and the struggles within the music industry. Unique elements include sharp wordplay and a powerful beat, reflecting the artists' dedication to their craft. The song resonates with listeners seeking empowerment and recognition in their own lives.
[Intro: Infinite (Dom Pachino) {both}]
Yeah, they wouldn't except us to come like this, P., baby
(You damn right) Yo Dub bang that heat for the people
This beat is the flu {it's sick!}
[Chorus: Infinite]
Yeah, we bang it show for show, uh-huh
Yeah, we bank it dough for dough, yo
Record execs be like I don't know, nigga
Give me the check, mister, show some respect, nigga
What? Crank up your stereo
Freshen your speaker, for my studio
Yup, gat and gable, keep it on the globe
It's sick, that's it, gon' blow for sho
[Dom Pachino]
I remember when I first lost it
Tossed it, stumbled then crossed it
Copped it, flossed it, wifed and divorced it
Spit water been out from the faucet, don't force it
I did it, yeah, cuz my wrist was frosted
Like a flake, real nigga, very far from fake
Runs in with the jake, cuz the pies I bake
What? Yeah your life's at stake, if you like like snake...
Aiyo, Dom Pachino be the boss like Paul Sorvino
Last seen in the Porsche with g-notes
And I'm still making moves to the bank on a full tank
Decorated five star rank, get poked with my shank
To be frank, I kick it like my shit don't stink
You go against my battleship, aiyo yo ship gon' sink
I rock steady cuz I be the anchor, you show love, then I'm gon' thank ya
You show hate, then I'm gonna spank ya
Yeah, they wouldn't except us to come like this, P., baby
(You damn right) Yo Dub bang that heat for the people
This beat is the flu {it's sick!}
[Chorus: Infinite]
Yeah, we bang it show for show, uh-huh
Yeah, we bank it dough for dough, yo
Record execs be like I don't know, nigga
Give me the check, mister, show some respect, nigga
What? Crank up your stereo
Freshen your speaker, for my studio
Yup, gat and gable, keep it on the globe
It's sick, that's it, gon' blow for sho
[Dom Pachino]
I remember when I first lost it
Tossed it, stumbled then crossed it
Copped it, flossed it, wifed and divorced it
Spit water been out from the faucet, don't force it
I did it, yeah, cuz my wrist was frosted
Like a flake, real nigga, very far from fake
Runs in with the jake, cuz the pies I bake
What? Yeah your life's at stake, if you like like snake...
Aiyo, Dom Pachino be the boss like Paul Sorvino
Last seen in the Porsche with g-notes
And I'm still making moves to the bank on a full tank
Decorated five star rank, get poked with my shank
To be frank, I kick it like my shit don't stink
You go against my battleship, aiyo yo ship gon' sink
I rock steady cuz I be the anchor, you show love, then I'm gon' thank ya
You show hate, then I'm gonna spank ya
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