Respect me f. dona

East New York, flooded with Bloods
I took care of responsibilities before I turned to Dove
They quick to judge when they see me in the streets but fuck 'em
Yall don't really live like me, in the hood like me
With crackheads and dopefiends unconditionally

I show love to the niggaz whose real with me and reality friends is hard to keep
I can't trust nobody in the industry, motherfuckers don't want to see Dona eat
I never been the type to panic, fall under pressure in dispair and vanish

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Respect me, I'm respect you
Niggaz ain't stupid, they know who to step to
Don't get it twisted, if you feel something handle your business
Real niggaz recognize realness

For years I've been waiting for this moment
My feelings wrapped up in this moment, I can't control it
Driven by something bigger than a dollar sign
and momma always said make best of the worst times
For the first time, I see shit clearly
writing at the table with captain crunch and dairy(?)
Dare to be nothing like them, they turned their backs on God
and he gave his only son, am I'm the only one whose keeing it real
we struggle everyday just to eat a decent meal

Keep a roof over our heads and over dead prez, they shooting at our heads
and either way, our children suffer from lead
You don't want to see me make it
Rather see me dead/but real bitches do gangsta things
I do whatever nigga to feed my team