Well Respected lyrics

[Verse 1: 42 Twins]
42 for life, how could I change up?
I'm 'bout to drop and f*ck the whole game up
I know the feds watching, but I still can't put the caine up
I know they hate that 42, I'll never have my chain tucked
I stopped copping petty, stacked it all and got to copping weight
Used to get it off the block, now I get it state to state
Ride with a 30 round, 'cause n*ggas want me out the way
Riding with a 30 round, I hope these n*ggas out today
If you ain't throw no shots for [?], I ain't riding with you
If you ain't feel no pain from [?], then I can't get high with you
It's H.B.G.B., I sware this sh*t forever
R.I.P. [?], and it's f*ck your clique forever
When my twin went to prison, I lost thе 40 streetstrip
That was everything, I couldn't buy my shorty sh*t
Bounced back, pumping dog likе [?]
Free [?], they acting like they got him on the [?]

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Mama told me, it'd be days like this
Got a n*gga wishing I would've saved my chips
My own homies changed on me, f*ck it, shame on them
Get money, drop n*ggas, we on that same old sh*t
When your back against the wall, tell me, who can you trust?
Stood tall in that water, no other crew but us
Ghetto boys, that's my clique, and I stand on it
It's blood on this sh*t, I spent some bands on it
Leaning like I need a kickstand for me
Getting cheese like the f*cking brick man know me
You see this chain, b*tch, you better not put your hands on it
We gon' find out your whereabouts, we gon' be laying on it
Cool n*gga, layed back, always in my own lane
But these streets will make the coolest n*gga go insane
Get the f*ck out the game, if you don't know the game
They just killed my n*gga [?] I'm drinking purple drank
[Verse 3: BandGang Biggz]
[?] misunderstood
Everywhere I go, I gotta have that bundgy pulled
Everytime I come around, n*ggas looking [?]
That come from the cook up in the pot, I let it boil
300 degrees, now we finna let it bake
Once we take it out, we let it sizzle on the plate
Fiend in the [?] with me, I'm finna let him taste
One little snack, and he said this sh*t was great
Now I'm on my bag flow, tryna get a Wraith
Running up that cash, ho, get up out my face
I done blew a backwood, now I'm outer space
This [?] you should come and get a steak
n*ggas on my head, 'cause I'm out here getting bread
But that used to be me, out here just looking for a shred
So I ain't tryna tell you young n*ggas how to live
But if you rob me, you better know to use them legs
n*gga