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Give Me My Recognition Video (MV)




Performed By: SizzleGod
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Wardell Gross III




SizzleGod - Give Me My Recognition Lyrics




First things first I thank the Lord for the wake up
And another day so I can get my cake up
I came a long way to get here I'm on way up
Middle finger to negatives just to say but let me talk to you
You couldn't fit in my shoes to take a walk could you
How hard would you push back when life push you
Those questions are rhetorical just hold dat
Been through the good times don't wanna go back
Footprints in the mud Sizzl clean too
Held the lil uzi vertical with the beam too
Never heard of him nigga what you mean dude
A legend I maneuvered through the blocks like willie beam do
Catch chills when I spit facts a real one
Sometimes you sit there and listen cuz you Feel son
Pause everyday on a meal run
Thoughts in my head like I can't wait til that deal come
A lotta days I would feel numb
Thankful that I'm getting this bread I used to steal crumbs
A nigga did dirt just for fun
Hit a lick if I ever had to stress over funds
10 toes down sometimes a nigga had to run
So I copped a gun in case it wasn't one on ones
Skinny nigga in a city where the skinny niggas die
This skinny nigga kept the semi when he ride
When you born gotta be ready to die
Whoever test me is getting buried alive
I'm not a story teller but
I'll leave you in the middle of a field getting attacked by old yeller
And it's gets better blow torch block of cheddar
And some field mice they'll love the texture
That was a side bar
These new niggas is type odd
Traded they boom box for an iPod
I Just want my recognition
I been cooking up that wrist work done made a mess up in that kitchen
F*ck the fame nigga I just want the chicken
In the same breathe I ask the Lord for forgiveness
Born with a hard head I never listen
Flashbacks me and Gutta making a killing
You couldn't imagine how we was living
My work would have them zombies dumber than peter griffin
Landlord called 12 neighbors said we were tripping
Got that 12 sawed off boom it made a difference
Better days on the way is what that old head said
Mad days went away and now that old head dead
Nowadays the world f*cked up that old head read
In the newspaper then a stray caught him in the head
Rest In Peace
I'm yelling Rest In Peace
To all the loved ones that had to die over police
Supposed to protect and serve but Mf's got beef
And Donald Trump bitch ass really should get impeached
Hold ya head mommas
To all the young ones stay away from drama
If they sleeping on you just tell em they better pajamas
Ya main goal is not to say your honor
Worry about your future definitely stack your commas
I keeps it regular shmegular
Tired of hearing about money,cars, zany bars etc
F*cking junkies you really gotta do better bruh
Whoever the king in the throne getting beheaded uh
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First things first I thank the Lord for the wake up
And another day so I can get my cake up
I came a long way to get here I'm on way up
Middle finger to negatives just to say but let me talk to you
You couldn't fit in my shoes to take a walk could you
How hard would you push back when life push you
Those questions are rhetorical just hold dat
Been through the good times don't wanna go back
Footprints in the mud Sizzl clean too
Held the lil uzi vertical with the beam too
Never heard of him nigga what you mean dude
A legend I maneuvered through the blocks like willie beam do
Catch chills when I spit facts a real one
Sometimes you sit there and listen cuz you Feel son
Pause everyday on a meal run
Thoughts in my head like I can't wait til that deal come
A lotta days I would feel numb
Thankful that I'm getting this bread I used to steal crumbs
A nigga did dirt just for fun
Hit a lick if I ever had to stress over funds
10 toes down sometimes a nigga had to run
So I copped a gun in case it wasn't one on ones
Skinny nigga in a city where the skinny niggas die
This skinny nigga kept the semi when he ride
When you born gotta be ready to die
Whoever test me is getting buried alive
I'm not a story teller but
I'll leave you in the middle of a field getting attacked by old yeller
And it's gets better blow torch block of cheddar
And some field mice they'll love the texture
That was a side bar
These new niggas is type odd
Traded they boom box for an iPod
I Just want my recognition
I been cooking up that wrist work done made a mess up in that kitchen
F*ck the fame nigga I just want the chicken
In the same breathe I ask the Lord for forgiveness
Born with a hard head I never listen
Flashbacks me and Gutta making a killing
You couldn't imagine how we was living
My work would have them zombies dumber than peter griffin
Landlord called 12 neighbors said we were tripping
Got that 12 sawed off boom it made a difference
Better days on the way is what that old head said
Mad days went away and now that old head dead
Nowadays the world f*cked up that old head read
In the newspaper then a stray caught him in the head
Rest In Peace
I'm yelling Rest In Peace
To all the loved ones that had to die over police
Supposed to protect and serve but Mf's got beef
And Donald Trump bitch ass really should get impeached
Hold ya head mommas
To all the young ones stay away from drama
If they sleeping on you just tell em they better pajamas
Ya main goal is not to say your honor
Worry about your future definitely stack your commas
I keeps it regular shmegular
Tired of hearing about money,cars, zany bars etc
F*cking junkies you really gotta do better bruh
Whoever the king in the throne getting beheaded uh
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Writer: Wardell Gross III
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