Lyrics:
pistol up under my head
(He strolled along home)
I took my time
(And he went to bed)
Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol)
Big 22"
(Up under his head)
pressure
My mama told me
Better get back on your ass
Cause they going to judge you by your past
How they gonna judge me
Mama they done dragged my name for so
I got kicked out for conduct
Jail by fifteen
Who'd you think writ me?
First letter from Mum, second from Sonya
"Dear Justin, I ain't gonna judge
and ez cause me wah rich
Chorus
Rich inna life me ago rich inna life
Me know d journey nah go ez yafi fit fi survive
This spliff weh me light it make me
our kids, feed them back to the system
I know that is the truth, cause the faucet's been drippin
Say that we don't judge em by the thickness of their
to hang with me because I’m sober
W E I R D how those describe me
That’s my biggest compliment because there's no one else I’d rather be
Quick to judge just
Now that you're out of my life
I'm so much better
You thought that I'd be weak without you
But I'm stronger
You thought that I'd be broke without you
the meaning is right
Influenced by the hoods, suffer pressure tonight
That's why I feel I can talk about the shit in my life
Who is he if he has fifty grand
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Aro for it is cap etikato
tiksonovo for d day is being Trude by d nite nd d nite being Trude by d day but dey re
pistol up under my head.
(He strolled along home) I took my time.
(And he went to bed) Thought I'd sleep some.
(Laid his pistrol) Big 22".
(Up under
crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life
He keeps on trying
He keeps on lying
He digs his claws in deeper every day
Don't be a judge
Open up your heart
Our lord is standing here right by
transcends this 3-D world
Bound by physical laws, transferred energy
Hurled
To another dimension
I see time and space in twists and twirls
And did I mention
way I can survive
Time flies but shit really feel like slo mo, aye
Days going by like minutes, yeah
Minutes going by like days add the wood to my fire
The dog begs by the table
The man begs by the bed
The woman begs by the cradle
The baby begs by the breast
The judge begs the court to order
inside and get a taste of how I'm feeling
You'd wonder how I survive in this trippy state of being
It's like acid fucking magic how I tap in when I'm
judge, need to check our own
Oh so quickly we accuse
Casting judgment’s what we do
If God’s grace never came through
You’d point those fingers back at you
You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you
back what you'd take
While the law still ain't around
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
Tell it to him, leave me alone
Tell it to the judge on Sunday
no more
It wasn't long 'til I'd seen 'em again
He ran away, left her behind
I'd laid 'em low with my old .44
And the judge gave me ninety-nine
Free my niggas
Tell the cops Free my niggas
Tell the judge to Free my
Tell C.O to Free my niggas
Tell the cops Free my niggas
Tell the judge to Free my
You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply
I'd rather hurt you honestly, than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you on what you say
to survive.
Or Work a wage like a slave until the die.
I'm screaming fuck a nine to five. Gotta hustle to survive.
That's why I spend my time always working
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