Respect My Gun
PRhyme feat. Roc Marciano Lyrics


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Competition fail hard 'cause I got real bars
Like Barbarians y'all looking like male far
Or carry em while I'm chillin' abroad with a broad that is Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaw is givin' her heart failure
Lookin' at the down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill killin' us soft
I score at will but when you this fly it's either limit, the sky
Or the unlimited fall, feel like I'm livin' the life of the infamous raw
Criminal who's been spinnin' inside the mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
Pure artist and it's for sure dog

You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfuckin' gun

God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I'm sippin' on Guinness while sittin' in the synagogue
Tall spendin', livin' large (livin' large)
And it's the yard, niggas long winded
I'm gettin' in my car and I'm skrrtin' off (skrrtin' off)
Convict around bricks of raw, I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before now the shit be more, 'cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4, I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall
Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war

You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfuckin' gun

Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bitches had 'em bickerin' and back and fourth
This ain't badminton, I had to admit that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad and send your women, friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimpin'
Hopped out the albino rhino, I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I'm too refined, I'm not common folk
Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold, I was rockin' moto 7 years ago
You niggas slow, just dig the hole and don't be difficult
I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked

You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfuckin' gun

Prhyme (Ride out)

You ain't gotta respect me




But you better not disrespect my
Motherfuckin' gun

Overall Meaning

In the song "Respect My Gun," PRhyme (featuring Roc Marciano) delivers lyrics that showcase their skill and dominance in the rap game. The first verse starts off by boasting about their lyrical prowess, claiming that their competition fails because of their "real bars." They compare their opponents to male farmlands, emphasizing their own superiority. The mention of carrying a Bulgarian woman while enjoying themselves abroad suggests a luxurious lifestyle. Additionally, the line about having "my dick in her jaw" demonstrates their audacity and power over others. The reference to Lauryn Hill killing "us soft" could be interpreted as a metaphorical way of saying they are unafraid to expose weaknesses in the industry.


Continuing in the verse, PRhyme describes their confidence as being limitless, comparing themselves to a criminal who sees their reflection in the sky. This imagery conveys their belief in their own invincibility. They refer to themselves as the "connoisseur of the finest colognes," portraying themselves as sophisticated and refined. By calling themselves the "chemical lord," they further enhance their image as an artist with a unique and potent style.


The chorus, repeated throughout the song, emphasizes the importance of respecting their firearm. It warns against disrespecting their power and authority, highlighting their readiness to defend themselves if necessary.


In the second verse, Roc Marciano takes the spotlight. He asserts his dominance by referring to himself as the "God of the semi-automatic" and dismissing any notion of being a lesser deity. He describes himself sipping Guinness within a synagogue, portraying a level of comfort and luxury. The use of the term "long-winded" suggests that others may talk excessively, while Roc is focused on taking action and achieving success.


He mentions being involved in criminal activities, such as handling bricks of raw materials, but also notes his evolution as an artist. Roc Marciano feels he has matured, leaving behind clowns in the rap industry, referencing the movie "CB4" for emphasis. He expresses his desire to be privy to the conversations and actions of powerful women like Rihanna or Rita Ora, particularly liking the idea of hearing the behind-the-scenes drama. He views himself and his crew as hyenas ready for war, implying they are opportunistic and unafraid.


In the third verse, Roc Marciano continues to display his confidence and street credibility. He talks about carrying a .44 magnum and being involved in underground hustling before his rap career. He acknowledges that his lifestyle and dealings might be perceived as bad for business, yet he still enjoys it. He then mentions his ability to attract women effortlessly. With a strong pimping persona, Roc claims to have mastered the art of seduction.


Roc further establishes his elevated status by describing his style and fashion choices. He prefers genuine luxury over flashy and common options, illustrating his refined tastes. He proudly mentions that he was rocking certain fashion trends years before others caught on, asserting his trendsetting nature.


Overall, the lyrics of "Respect My Gun" assert PRhyme and Roc Marciano's dominance, confidence, and prowess in both the rap game and their respective lifestyles. They demand respect while also warning against disrespecting their power, particularly their "motherfuckin' gun."


Line by Line Meaning

Competition fail hard 'cause I got real bars
Other rappers fail miserably against me because I have genuine and superior skills


Like Barbarians y'all looking like male far
You all appear weak and insignificant compared to us, like helpless male sheep


Or carry em while I'm chillin' abroad with a broad that is Bulgarian
I effortlessly dominate the rap game while relaxing overseas with a Bulgarian woman


With my dick in her jaw is givin' her heart failure
Engaging in sexual acts causes her extreme pleasure or shock


Lookin' at the down under like living in Australia
Observing the intimate regions with fascination, as if living in Australia


With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill killin' us soft
Showing no emotional attachment, just like Lauryn Hill's impact with her powerful music


I score at will but when you this fly it's either limit, the sky
I effortlessly achieve success, but when you're as high-flying as me, the possibilities are either limitless or a huge downfall


Or the unlimited fall, feel like I'm livin' the life of the infamous raw
I feel like I'm living an extraordinary and dangerous lifestyle, like that of a notorious criminal


Criminal who's been spinnin' inside the mirror in the sky
A lawbreaker who reflects on their actions while being suspended in time


Suspended in time like the General Zod
Time is temporarily halted, similar to the fictional character General Zod


Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
I have a refined taste in high-quality fragrances, earning the title of the master of scents


Pure artist and it's for sure dog
I am a genuine artist, no doubt about it


God of the semi-automatic but yo ass bet not call me no semi-god
I am highly skilled with firearms, but don't mistake me for being only semi-divine


I'm sippin' on Guinness while sittin' in the synagogue
I relax and enjoy a pint of Guinness beer while inside a Jewish place of worship


Tall spendin', livin' large
I'm spending a significant amount and living a luxurious lifestyle


And it's the yard, niggas long winded
This is my territory, and other rappers love to elaborate on their irrelevant stories


I'm gettin' in my car and I'm skrrtin' off
I confidently leave the scene, quickly driving away in my vehicle


Convict around bricks of raw, I keep the same down chick around different tours
I have a criminal background, surrounded by large quantities of illegal drugs, while remaining loyal to the same woman during various music tours


I tore down shit before now the shit be more, 'cause now ya boy sounds just matured
I have previously demolished my competition, but now the challenges are even greater because I have grown and improved as an artist


And your shit for clowns, CB4, I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Your work is garbage like the film 'CB4,' and I am uncertain whether to compare it to Rihanna or Rita Ora


Either or, it'd be an honor to be a fly on either wall
I would be honored to witness the private conversations and activities of both Rihanna and Rita Ora


Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war
When you encounter the powerful female artists, alert our loyal and fierce allies, the hyenas, because we are in a heated battle


Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Absolutely, I might shoot and kill you, dumping your lifeless body on the streets of Fairfax


Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I was involved in illegal activities, setting traps and making money even before pursuing a career in rap


I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
I used to carry a powerful .44 magnum firearm concealed in a bag made of a luxurious fabric called velour


Bag of bitches had 'em bickerin' and back and fourth
I had multiple women arguing and fighting over me, going back and forth with their arguments


This ain't badminton, I had to admit that shit bad for business
This situation is not a harmless game like badminton; I realized that it negatively affects my business and reputation


I like 'em bad and send your women, friend get apprehended
I prefer attractive women and can easily seduce your female companions, potentially leading to their arrest


It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimpin'
It's evident to everyone that I have perfected the art of being a pimp


Hopped out the albino rhino, I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I stepped out of a unique and rare vehicle called the albino rhino, and I don't purchase clothes adorned with fake gemstones


I'm too refined, I'm not common folk
I am sophisticated and refined, not an ordinary person


Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold, I was rockin' moto 7 years ago
I wear a luxurious Ferragamo robe, and my skin has a gold-like luster, showcasing my elegant style since rocking the moto fashion seven years ago


You niggas slow, just dig the hole and don't be difficult
You individuals are unintelligent and slow, so just accept your downfall and don't make it more challenging


I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked
I possess a .40 caliber Colt firearm, ready to use it in the hopes that someone will attempt to harm me


Prhyme (Ride out)
Representing the musical group Prhyme, preparing to make a powerful exit or move forward


You ain't gotta respect me
I don't demand your respect


But you better not disrespect my
However, you must avoid insulting or showing disrespect towards my


Motherfuckin' gun
Powerful and offensive language emphasizing the importance and significance of my firearm




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Anthony Markeith Reid, Christopher E. Martin, Rakeem Calief Meyer, Ryan Daniel Montgomery

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Anthony Balderas

Intro: sample]
I am here to make something perfectly clear

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians
Y'all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying
While I'm chilling abroad with a broad that's Bulgarian
With my dick in her jaws, giving her heart failure
Licking it down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft
I score at will, but when you this fly
It's either limit the sky or the unlimited fall
Feel like I'm living the life of the infamous, raw criminal
Who's been spinning inside the mirror in the sky
Suspended in time like the General Zod
Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord
Pure artist, and it's for sure, dawg, and-

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
God of the semi-automatic
But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god
I'm sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall-spending, living large
And this to y'all niggas long-winded
I'm getting in my car and I'm skidding off
Convict of brown bricks and raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down shit before and now the shit be more
'Cause now your boy's sound's just matured
And your shit for clowns, CB4
I don't know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or
It'd be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas
Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war


[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax
Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag
Bagging bitches, had a bickering back and forth
This ain't badminton
I had to admit, that shit bad for business
I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended
It's clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping
Hopped out the albino rhino
I don't buy no clothes with rhinestones
I'm too refined, I'm not common folk
Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold
I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you niggas slow
Just dig the hole and don't be difficult
I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]
You ain't gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

[Interlude: DJ Premier]
PRhyme, ride out



All comments from YouTube:

Suezar ThaFinest

I played this song like 15 times in a row when I first heard it and every day at least 5 times for 2 months straight after that... Premo the greatest ever no debates don't at me!

Chanc' Register

Lol accurate facts

Flow~Matik ♪

Roc Marciano! Best MC! 🎶🎤

The Bol

My Favorite song on this classic album. The beat and the lyrics + ROC= Classic.....

Martijn Braakhekke

Roc marci never dissapoints🔥🤙🏼

Terrell Hayes

I'm not a huge roc Marciano fan but that verse was flawless. And I love it. His verse is the reason I love replaying that song

Ashton Morris

Terrell Hayes Roc Marci is the man .

suspectTV

FAM, it sounds no different then any other roc joint produced by whoever! ahahaha

Terrell Hayes

I just can't get wit roc y'all lol he has a monotone flow with a very monotone beat(no beat technically) all the time and it causes me to lose interest quick. So this beat made me pay attention and then when I was listening to what he was saying and how he was saying it I loved. And I'm not saying I hate all his music. There's a couple songs I like from him it's just hard to get through a whole album from him

Hayden Gary

Terrell Hayes I understand that, roc marc is an acquired taste but once you catch up to his wave it's the best music

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