Respect My Gun - PRhyme, Roc Marciano

Competition fell hard 'cause I got real bars like barbarians

Y’all looking like Mel Farr, ball-carrying

While I’m chilling abroad with a broad that’s Bulgarian

With my dick in her jaws, giving her heart failure

Licking it down under like living in Australia

With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill, killing her soft

I score at will, but when you this fly

It’s either limit the sky or the unlimited fall

Feel like I’m living the life of the infamous, raw criminal

Who’s been spinning inside the mirror in the sky

Suspended in time like the General Zod

Connoisseur of the finest colognes, call me the chemical lord

Pure artist, and it’s for sure, dawg, and-

You ain’t gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

God of the semi-automatic

But your ass bet' not call me no semi-god

I’m sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue

Tall-spending, living large

And this to y’all niggas long-winded

I’m getting in my car and I’m skidding off

Convict of brown bricks and raw

I keep the same down chick around different tours

I tore down shit before and now the shit be more

'Cause now your boy’s sound’s just matured

And your shit for clowns, CB4

I don’t know, Rihanna, Rita Ora, either/or

It’d be an honor just to be a fly on either wall of these giant divas

Any time you see the dogs, call the hyenas, we at war

You ain’t gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

Facts, I might air you with gats, dump your body out on Fairfax

Played the trap, laid on the air mat before rap

I had the .44 Mag in the velour bag

Bagging bitches, had a bickering back and forth

This ain’t badminton

I had to admit, that shit bad for business

I like 'em bad, I seen your women friend get apprehended

It’s clear as wind that I done mastered this pimping

Hopped out the albino rhino

I don’t buy no clothes with rhinestones

I’m too refined, I’m not common folk

Ferragamo robe, my skin rose gold

I was rocking Moto seven years ago, you niggas slow

Just dig the hole and don’t be difficult

I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked

You ain’t gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun

PRhyme, ride out

You ain’t gotta respect me

But you better not disrespect my motherfucking gun