Lyrics:
If I shed a tear on this song
Would you judge me
It'd be stupid to think
That everybody loves me
So I'll just rather cherish all the memories
Not
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
let me meet your lady
Only God can judge me
Only only God can judge me
Only God Only God yeah
Only God can judge me uh
Back then didn’t want me, now
judge me on how I sound
I mean I spit that influential shit from my town
I don't know why you sitting on the couch
When you see I got a bed, bring your
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts
The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in
everywhere
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts
The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined
The drillin' in
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what
and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, boy, she didn't even blink
And the hangin' judge was sober,
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
police
I'm done with all this politicking for the sake of your greed
Was taught to never judge or never sush my homies
Shit is always escalating beyond my
only be judged by Judy and God
Judy make me lose my mind (mind)
She knows if you’ve done the crime (it’s the Judge)
Kick back and just rewind (rewind)
and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot
Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle,
ain't got time to waste time my nigga
Niggas gotta make time bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time right?
The judge make time so
as your waste
I know you from The DSTRKT and you love to be chased
I'm a artsy nigga in the club buying bottles
Surrounded by Instagram models
Rocking Craig
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up
You can't judge sugar by looking
show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge
the potion
Came in it alone
I live it up to the lonesome
I'm talking chapters and all
Bending the M like a sculpture
You lose your composure
Don't judge by
never judge me, and the wind could never touch me
So what hope you think you got of ever stepping up to confront me
No way, no way, no way
I feel so
am
Locked out
Judge!
Lock me up, leave me
Why? 'Cos
Time and these walls
Isn't that all I'd have
Isn't that all I've really sought for a little while
Y'all got your own demons that you seriously fighting(you got your demons too)
Please don't try to judge me coz i got my dreads on
Or I got a tattoo
look at these or I got this
But you ain't gotta be cool for me I Wont judge you Do you
If you drink then lets get drunk I ain't gon judge you
If you
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