"Respect My Mind" lyrics
(from "Judas and the Black Messiah" soundtrack)
That's how we coming through
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Aye
Ima Westside factor
After cashing 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
Sitting in the car and I'm waiting on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck 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
Daytons on Offerup
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 Ima get an assist
We was rolling way before we had learner's permits
I know, they don't want me to speak out on our legacy
Rather see me strung out on methamphetamine
Realistically speaking, I'm what they'll never be
Metaphorically speaking, I'm feeling heavenly
Yeah I'm at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe
Going for the gusto, tapped in, Morris code
It's a lot of people doubting me
After this they gon be watching from the balcony
After this, they gon be claiming it was alchemy
I'm with ginseng 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
I know, aye
I got a lot of people doubting me
Yeah
Ima Westside factor
After cashing 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
Sitting in the car and I'm waiting on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck 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
That's it
Yeah
Uh, turn me up
Aye
Ima Westside factor
After cashing 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
Sitting in the car and I'm waiting on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck 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
Daytons on Offerup
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 Ima get an assist
We was rolling way before we had learner's permits
I know, they don't want me to speak out on our legacy
Rather see me strung out on methamphetamine
Realistically speaking, I'm what they'll never be
Metaphorically speaking, I'm feeling heavenly
Yeah I'm at the crossroads in expensive wardrobe
Going for the gusto, tapped in, Morris code
It's a lot of people doubting me
After this they gon be watching from the balcony
After this, they gon be claiming it was alchemy
I'm with ginseng 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
I know, aye
I got a lot of people doubting me
Yeah
Ima Westside factor
After cashing 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
Sitting in the car and I'm waiting on the get back
Neiman Marcus gift bag, tell 'em I said fuck 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
That's it
Writer(s): Dominic Hunn, Michael Cox, John Groover
