Conversations On That Brown lyrics

[Verse 1 – Trinidad James]
Still got a real job, still got real problems
Lost all of my hoes, they say that work was the problem
I sat back, thought
Like I just started rhyming
Even though I been grinding, so what’s up with this timing
They say that anything that’s worth it is worth waiting on
And just cause a n*gga wait don’t mean he waiting long
So n*gga what you waiting for, and what you hating for
You ain’t a real n*gga, this ain’t a game homie, so what you playing for
You ain’t got to talk to me, you ain’t gotta like me
But respect me, you gon do
And a n*gga on the track with me, he gon respect that n*gga too
And naw n*gga we ain’t kidding, and naw we ain’t best friends
It’s a real n*gga on the same sh*t that I am, b*tch!

[Hook]
Respect is never given n*gga, it’s earned
And if you don’t respect a n*gga, then burn
Listen to my mistakes, and you might learn
Real n*ggas never rush, they wait their turn
Real n*ggas never rush, they wait their turn
I said real n*ggas never rush, they wait their turn
Respect is never given n*gga, it’s earned
And real n*ggas never rush, they wait their turn
[Verse 2 – Scotty ATL]
Respect is all that I ask, something brown in my glass
We hitting every event, really wasting my gas
I’m looking for [?] street, praying hoping and wishing
That somebody would have a minute to pull up a seat and listen
Was rapping but then I quit, wrapped up in all the sh*t
Not many rappers get out a few miles of the city limits
And half them n*ggas be lying, half them n*ggas not who they be saying they is
That sh*t will having me hot
I grew up in [?] more, n*gga beat it [?]
Instead of that Facebook and I’m tired of twitter whores
I’m kicking the sh*t with Chain, we were chopping it up
If n*gga wasn’t even rapping we would kick it with you boy
I go hard in the paint, no Waka but I’m sold on the
Fact that I’m the truth, other words man I’m cold
And I’m tired of this rap sh*t, flicks act whack sh*t
Smile when you see me stab a n*gga in the back sh*t

[Hook]