Judge Me

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15 years old
Tryna make a song
They be hatin' on the Quan
What the f*ck I did wrong?

I'm on D&D
I don't text, I don't call
Yeah, they callin' me the king
And right now I need a throne

Now they feelin' us hurt
Tell QuanDogg was wrong?
I'm only visibilizin' while smokin' on this strong

I'm a real nigga
I don't entertain these hoes
If they try to set me up
We put a five to they dome

Outside every day, used to wear them same clothes
Now I'm always on the road, tryna do this goddamn show

I make my own shit, used to get them by the hoes
I steal my own shit, used to get them by the stores

Niggas always askin' me why I'm always rappin'
I don't know
I was tryna make this happen

Yeah, I'm high as hell while I'm clutchin' on my ratchet
You don't want no beef with a nigga, that's that tragic

Damn
Now I'm starin' at your casket
And they keep on sendin' threats
Every day I'm laughin'

I mean I'm still laughin'
How you got your gun and you just got caught lacking?
How you claimin' thug and you just got caught rattling?

That means you's a snitch
How you got ran on
That means you a bitch

How you don't make dollars and don't make sense
Sippin' on this lean on a phone while I'm racing

Free my cousin willie
Its been four years, man
Uncle just died last year don't make no sense, man

It's too late to get rich
Another rapper just got killed what the hell I'm gon' do with this...

Rappin' shit

I'm still sinnin, I asked god for forgiveness

Can you hear me?

I know you ain't get no money
You don't feel me

Now you wanna kill me
I'm too high right now
I'm still livin'

And I still got my semi
AR-15 aiming at your damn kidneys

Cause you wanna diss me
Count all these blues
Crip walkin' like the sixties
Feelin' like I'm Nipsey

I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas
Y'all better not diss me

This drac hold a sixty
I just moved up out the L
And they still missin' me

It ain't on me, nigga, it's in me
You need to E-N-D the envy

You with me or against me
And I'm still in the hood like I'm Biggie

You know I got my choppa and my glitzy
And my trigger finger itching

Only God can judge me like I'm 2pac
And you better come down this Glock
woosah
Don't try to come at me
All you hear is two shots
Fah, fah
Now you dead and your mama cryin'

I be damned if I let my mama cry
And I'm still gettin' hate from the other side
Yeah, southside niggas till we die
If you still in this gang, man, this do or die

Yeah gang

I had to let this shit out, man
This industry is fucked, man

Like, real fucked up
Ain't no more rappers no more, man
When social media shit happen, man
That shit fuckin' up your brains

Y'all need to stop that shit
Free my cousin Willie, man

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