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Dom Kennedy - Respect My Mind lyrics

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Respect My Mind by Dom Kennedy


[Intro]
That’s how we comin’ through
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Ayy
[Chorus]
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, “f**k 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
[Verse]
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 methamphetamine
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
[Chorus]
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, “f**k 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
[Outro]
Yeah, respect my mind, uh
That’s it
(Mike & Keys, yeah)



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