Respect
Bobo & The Gang Lyrics

Yeah that was, that was a couple years ago nigga
That incident happened a few years ago, my friend

I was, 'bout mothafuckin' nine
I was only about nine years old

This shit updated now
This is the latest and improved version now

This shit, this shit updated
This thing, it has been improved and upgraded

This shit upgraded
This thing has been enhanced and improved

You don't even know like, what type of time
You don't have a clue about the circumstances or situation

Riding in pavement
Moving along the road smoothly

Graduated
Made progress and moved forward

I ain't doing no more fading
I'm not falling back or declining anymore

Riding in a decoy
Moving around undercover or incognito

Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Taking them down and leaving them empty-handed

Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Disregard and reject that Smith & Wesson firearm

Now I got a TEC, yeah
Now I possess a TEC firearm, indeed

90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
We, millennials born in the 1990s, are not given any respect

SG put the Nolia on the map
SG, our group, raised the profile of the Nolia area

Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
Yes, we are responsible for putting the Nolia area on the map

I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
I don't want to attract any unwanted attention, so please don't approach me with a desire to freestyle

Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't come at me trying to start a fight

Don't run up on me I got the strap
Don't approach me, because I am armed

In my studio I got plaques
In my recording studio, I have received awards and recognition

I don't wanna put you on your back
I don't want to physically harm you or knock you down

Everybody love lil' yah, drank a whole fifth like Saks
Everyone adores Lil' Yah and we drank a whole bottle like Saks Fifth Avenue

She just wanna drink a lil' yak
She simply wants to have a bit of cognac

Fuck it then I bring her on back
Fine, I'll bring her back with me

I'ma fight first then grab the gat
I'll engage in a physical fight first, then grab my firearm

I would never fight over in that
I would never engage in a fight over that situation

Stay down like below of the map
Stay low and remain unnoticed

All my niggas foul like over the back
All my friends act unfairly, like committing a foul in basketball

Hate make my heat go rat-tat-a-tat
Hate triggers my firearm to rapidly fire

Ain't no cheese for a raa-aa-aat
There is no reward for a rat or informant

Hate to see my automatic 'cause it go tat-tat
I hate when people witness my automatic firearm because it fires rapidly

Fully auto drum making beats with the black MAC
The fully automatic drum of my firearm creates beats in conjunction with the black MAC (possibly referring to a music production software or device)

Nigga you a duck, Aflac
You're a coward, like the Aflac duck (referring to the insurance company's mascot)

Got ya boo sending nudes on Snapchat
I have your girlfriend sending explicit photos on Snapchat

Nope that ain't my crew, that's family
No, that group of people is not just my crew, they are my family

Everybody with me knew me since elementary
Everyone around me has known me since we were in elementary school

Juvenile make you bounce back
Juvenile's music will make you regain your energy and enthusiasm

Peep with longway, I got good crack
Pay attention, with Longway I have high quality drugs

Niggas like hoes, like to chit chat
Some people act like hoes, always gossiping and chatting

Face shit get you six feet flat
If you confront serious problems, you might end up dead

Ain't no turnin' 'round, ain't no lookin' back
There's no way to retreat, and no reason to reminisce about the past

Tried to run, got hit in the back
If you attempt to flee, you'll be shot in the back

Fuck nigga hit with a cry back
A worthless person gets struck with a cry back (possibly referring to a weapon or punishment)

Who you gonna mail? Kinda whack
Who are you going to complain to? That's weak

Came home, never looked back
Once I got out of prison, I never reminisced about my previous life

Gettin' cheese, I can see the rats
Earning money, I can spot the informants

And I stay on track like a Charger
I always stay focused and on the right path, like a Dodge Charger car

Know a couple young niggas facing PPL's
I know a few young individuals who are dealing with serious criminal charges (possibly referring to Public Prosecution Law)

On they first charge, in the county jail
It's their first offense, and they are currently detained in the county jail

$500 bond, can't even bail
Their bail is set at $500, but they cannot afford to pay it

Pop a C-class for the label
I bought a Mercedes-Benz C-class for the record label

Faggot ass, give a nigga they mail
Calling someone derogatory, like a homosexual, I make sure they receive their punishment (possibly referring to violence or retaliation)

Riding in pavement
Moving along the road smoothly

Graduated
Made progress and moved forward

I ain't doing no more fading
I'm not falling back or declining anymore

Riding in a decoy
Moving around undercover or incognito

Laying on 'em put 'em in a vacant
Taking them down and leaving them empty-handed

Yeah, yeah, fuck that Smith & Wesson
Disregard and reject that Smith & Wesson firearm

Now I got a TEC, yeah
Now I possess a TEC firearm, indeed

90's baby we ain't got no damn respect
We, millennials born in the 1990s, are not given any respect

SG put the Nolia on the map
SG, our group, raised the profile of the Nolia area

Yeah we put the Nolia on the map
Yes, we are responsible for putting the Nolia area on the map

I ain't tryna draw no attention, so don't run up on me tryna rap
I don't want to attract any unwanted attention, so please don't approach me with a desire to freestyle

Don't run up on me tryna scrap
Don't come at me trying to start a fight

Don't run up on me I got the strap
Don't approach me, because I am armed

In my studio I got plaques
In my recording studio, I have received awards and recognition

I don't wanna put you on your back
I don't want to physically harm you or knock you down