{Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″}
Competition fail hard ’cause I got real bars
Like Barbarians y’all looking like male far
Or carry ’em while I’m chilling abroad with a broad that’s Bulgarian
With my d-ck in her jaw is giving her heart failure
Looking at the down under like living in Australia
With no feelings involved, like Lauryn Hill k**ing us 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, dog
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You ain’t gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfu–ing gun
{Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″}
God of the semi-automatic but yo a-s bet not call me no semi-god
I’m sipping on Guinness while sitting in the synagogue
Tall spending, living large “living large”
And it’s the yard, n***as long winded
I’m getting in my car and I’m skrrting off “skrrting off”
Convict around bricks of raw
I keep the same down chick around different tours
I tore down sh** before now the sh-t be more
Cause now ya boy sounds just matured
And your sh-t for clowns, CB4, I don’t know, Rihanna, Rita Ora
Either or, it’d be an honor to be a fly on either wall
Of these giant divas anytime you see the dogs
Call the hyenas, we at war
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You ain’t gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfu–ing gun
{Verse 3 – Roc Marciano}
Facts, I might air you a gas, dunk your body out on Fairfax
Play the trap laid on the air mat before rap
I had the .44 mag in the velour bag
Bag of bi–hes had ’em bickering and back and fourth
This ain’t badminton, I had to admit that sh** bad for business
I like ’em bad and send 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 7 years ago, you ni–as slow
Just dig the hole and don’t be difficult
I keep the .40 Colt for hopes to get me smoked
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You ain’t gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfu–ing gun
{Interlude – Royce da 5’9″ & DJ Premier}
PRhyme “Ride out”
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You ain’t gotta respect me
But you better not disrespect my
Motherfu–ing gun