Respect Video (MV)

I'm on a mission to bring back real hip hop
All I hear is money money bitches make the shit stop
I don't really wanna hear about your gold wristwatch
When I go to the top you're gonna be distraught
Think you're running outta gas need to make a pitstop
You claim to be a savior but you're about to be dislodged
It's All fake you're advocating criminal behavior to our youth
I got a new flavor
Eating up these rappers like now and laters as I put my life on the pen and paper
Oh shit
You just mad cuzmy flows sick
M U Double D Y to the G I'm so lit
Off of this OG toasted
I do it for the music cause you know that I'm devoted
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Promise you a cherry pie
Stick a needle
In my eye
Respect these days is hard to find
I'm done with you wack ass rappers tring to give me a bad rap like I can't see that but I only speak facts
Y'all are weeds in the backyard and it's time to weed whack
Hit the reset button take the f*cking scene back cause it's going backwards
I came from nothing but I'm gonna be the king
Now I'm becoming something and you're saying you don't f*ck with me but
I know you just bluffing and I'm bucking like a rodeo bull
Whoop
Look I'm a pro now
I don't really need no hoes now
I just wanna play them shows now
Step to me I'll leave you with a broken nose and sever your goddamn toes ow
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Promise you a cherry pie
Stick a needle
In my eye
Respect these dats is hard to find
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Promise you a cherry pie
Stick a needle in my eye
Respect these days is hard to find hard to find
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye
Pussy boy I'll win the fight if you pull up tonight
On my climb spitting rhymes never wasting at time
On my grind all the time but nobody f*ckin with it
Is it cause I don't sound like all the clowns in the business
I'm not in it for the fame I just wanna play the game
But I'm in it to win it even if it takes a minute
I don't need no record label trying to ruin my image
I'll do it on my own stick true to my vision
No gimmicks
No braids no chains on my neck what the heck
All you fake ass niggas just do it for a check
Self absorbed like a sponge water going to your head
Lyrics more recycled than the paper on my desk
I just f*cked your bitch
Money in my fist
Ice on my neck
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Promise you a cherry pie
Stick a needle in my eye
Respect these days is hard to find