Respect My Mind Lyrics – Dom Kennedy
That’s how we comin’ through
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Ayy
I’ma Westside factor, after
Cashin’ big homes, I own my masters, I have to
Let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin’ in the car and I’m waitin’ on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell ’em I said, “*** crash”
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it’s me and I got on all this gold
Uh, so what’s the issue judge?
I can’t come home in a body bag, that’s not a sub
One thing about Dom K is he got nuts
Can’t kiss on a lady that I do not trust
You don’t wanna cross us, every day I boss up
Dayton’s on offer up, what you ever offer us?
They wanna paint me as the villain like I’m sinister
I ain’t gon lie, I had to go and seek my minister
He told me everything got purpose
Come full circle, don’t let nobody hurt you
And patience is a virtue
If you didn’t grow up ’round here, it don’t concern you, I know
I never thought I could live life like this
Four cars, a studio and I did it legit
If I can’t score I’ma get an assist
We was rollin’ way before we had learner’s permit, I know
They don’t want me to speak out on our legacy
Rather see me strung out on ***
Realistically speakin’, I’m what they’ll never be
Metaphorically speakin’, I’m feelin’ heavenly
Yeah, I’m at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe
Going for the gusto, tapped in, morse code
It’s a lot of people doubtin’ me
After this, they gon’ be watchin’ from the balcony
After this, they gon’ be claimin’ it was alchemy
I’m with [?] somewhere on South Beach
Right on Ocean Drive with the daiquiris
I like when they do it with no teeth
Two-door car, we in the back seat
Yeah, I spend everything vivid
You talk it, I live it
Pimp rides like Xzibit
You damn near should film me, I know
Huh, I know, ayy
I got a lot of people doubtin’ me
Yeah
I’m just a Westside factor, after
Cashin’ big homes, I own my masters, I have to
Let it be known that I rose to all challenges
Raised my status up and broke all averages
Sittin’ in the car and I’m waitin’ on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell ’em I said, “*** crash”
I got the right to bear arms to protect what I own
Especially if it’s me and I got on all this gold
I got on all this gold
Yeah, respect my mind, uh
That’s it
(Mike & Keys, yeah)
