Chris Crooks - Well Respected Lyrics

Give these bitchez something they can feel I'm on my en Vogue.
Nigga really they whole career off of my cliff notes.
Told her I was sleep she know I'm purping cause I made a post.
Heard yo new shit.
It made us laugh, nobody told a joke.
I know it's a science to it.
Niggaz think we rhyming music.
We just moving off influence.
All the hustlers did the cool shit.
I cooked that last batch too hard I think I need a new wrist.
If this was lunch then you ain't never eat yo food with cool kids.
Niggaz always wanna talk when they can't do what you did.
What's yo name and yo address boy we gone see where you live.
Put yo people on yo back and we gone see what you give.
Niggaz do shit outta spite then go to jail and years.

God don't like ugly.
Love you like my mama love me.
Till I see you acting funny.
Then don't give a f*ck a bout you.
Niggaz love to follow better watch who you got running round you.
Handshakes a sign of respect so bro I can't even pound you.

We wrote the book on finessing since Nas had Tec on the dresser.
Break Bobby Digital Records.
The bitches loving texture.
Money coming no pressure.
Maximizing my effort.
All the dots get connected.
Send a lucrative message.
Known to be too obsessive.
Greatness really my measure.
Money hoes etcetera
I'm the natural selection.
Used to run up my minutes might hit you back after 7.
Now I got em like Corporate I talk my shit with the reverend.
Still building my legend.
I really want me a Tesla.
My bars really got better.
The board room getting leveraged.
Conversations effected when niggaz get in my presence.
Motherf*ck a projection.
We well feared and respected nigga!