Respect My Mind lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'm thirty-four years old and—)

[Verse]
I-I know JT hit the beat first
If I call up JT, he hit you with the heat first
I walk up out the door, get that money, don't even eat first
My b*tch got she/her pronouns, but she was a he first
You talkin' marriage, boy, that b*tch was just my eat first
She got that throat skill so I can go deeper
She said I got a hold on her but I released her
If a b*tch play with my money, Chris Brown, I piece her
Baby threw it back on camera but I ain't the type to leak her
I'm in LA with cranes with phreshboy like thе Lakers
b*tch I'm stayin' true, still rock the samе pairs of sneakers
Goin' through it with my momma so I don't even know where I'ma sleep, huh
Slept in the bando on the floor with them roaches for two weeks, huh
Put my head above the surface so I can breathe, that sh*t was deep, huh
My dreams turned to nightmares, feel like that n*gga Meek, huh
Just beat yo' b*tch pus*y turn 'til it turned purple, that sh*t was pink, huh
They say, "Tenkay, you just like Kobe at his peak, huh"
I think that sh*t funny 'cause I ain't even reach my peak, huh
I'm wit' xav in Manhattan, we just f*ckin' on this treesh, huh
I ain't say word to you, why the f*ck you tryna speak? Huh
All these n*ggas is my sons, get yo' ass whooped, tryna speak up
The way you talk, even the way you rap, you got it from me, huh
Money, that's my b*tch, she touch me, I start to prec*m
I got hoes on my di*k 'cause I'm pretty like a girl
All this b*tch want is the moon and the world
n*gga talked down, I looked in they eye and they talm' 'bout a curl
That mean I'm skippin' bicep, just up and let that .9 spit
I shot that n*gga in his f*ckin' back and left his spine bent
I gotta make sumn' shake while I got time left
I can't die, no, I ain't did sh*t with all that time spent
I need my mind cleansed from what I seen beneath these eyelids
You can suck my motherf*ckin' di*k or respect my mind b*tch