Bermuda Peedee - On My Name (feat. Nada Price & Jay Martin) Lyrics

Yo, timeline
G, I think we got one
G, I think we got one
Niggas want trust, but can't tell the truth

They sit on they ass, but get mad when they lose
In a room full of niggas, they know I'm that nigga
I wouldn't mind if my niggas get bigger
We in this together, dividing that paper

My niggas in scheming, man, we like to takkers
If I'm a f*ck her, ain't texting her later
F*ck it, I'ma put that shit in paper
We cannot trust these hoes

We know how these bitches go
New piece on my neck, and I like to sleep with it
New lingerie, and I love how she fit it
A nigga was down, but I'm back with the business

Whatever got stopped, I'm now gonna finish
You acting away, but your image don't fit it
And none of you niggas are with it
Still the same, I'm never gon' change

Still rocking the watches, still walking in chains
Never switched up on the motherf*cking gang
So put some respect on my name
What, what gang

Put some respect on my name
What, what gang
Put some respect on my name
Me and my team moving different

Allergic to haters, I got a condition
A bag we ain't never been tripping in
That shit apply to them niggas and bitches
Who focus on riches and triple and digits

And anything else, don't get time or attention
Put some respect on my name when you mention it
How you gon' cap on that life you ain't living in
And my only can't compete with her

I want my paper like immigrants
Thinking I'm cheating, and I just play innocent
Spilling her feelings, but I'm just half listening
I got some exes, they all swear I'm dead to them

Been in my element, always stay relevant
It's not a race, but I still stay ahead of them
I just keep serving, but nigga, I been in my lane
Play with my name, them haters gon' steady the aim

Still the same, I'm never gon' change
Still walking and watching, still walking in chains
Never switched up on the motherf*cking gang
So put some respect on my name

What, what, yeah
Put some respect on my name
What, what, hey
Put some respect on my name

Put respect on my name
I got checks for the game
What's my life for the game
All this shit I did for the fame

I kick to my chain
It's N-Y-L-A-N-Y-C
Hall of Fame
Note for hits like Derek Jeter

That man sick with a fever
It's a miracle, them dollar bills never leave you
Damn right, I'm the cream stature
Dream catcher

With the title above three ladders
Who the f*ck
Team battle
We the bad boys this generation

That's dynamite
We're elevation
We kill the mic on all occasions
Highlyfe is motivation

Still the same, I'm never gon' change
Still walking and watching, still walking in chains
Never switched up on the motherf*cking gang
So put some respect on my name

What, what, yeah
Put some respect on my name
What, what, hey
Put some respect on my name