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inevitable, by myself with nowhere left to go
These bridges keep burning, but I don't plan on running out of fuel
Resorted to the last thing I thought I would
hate and falsehood (Fake news)
I can't say what your son would say
But i think he'd judge us before he'd judge a man for being gay (Damn right)
If
the
First time I drove solo Lolo was in the hospital see by this
Time he got really sick the kiss of death left him a hicky but being the
Fighter he is went
And surrounded by these niggas Yea
And your Co-D's gone turn to witness
Charge it to the game it's bout survival of the fittest
Finally got my weight up I been
the judge of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday
since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
will switch up on you and then they judge you
Won't take no pills anymore, they only cause me self destruction
I can't do nothing but let go now
in her purse so I don't trust hoes
I usually judge these niggas by the taste of they watch
And then the pandemic hit, they started faking me out,
child born on an LA street called Shame
The sleep came and left this little Waycross country boy
Mabel Joy was gone Lord I'd never see her again
Joy
Destitution's child, born on a L.A. street called Shane
And sleep came and left this little Waycross Georgia country boy
Maybel Joy was gone,
ain't try
I ain't even see that note that she left by her side
I think I was in a daze when my phone just buzzed
My nigga B, same birthday, trying go
after this
Being poor is the reward for living by the rules
There was nothing left for them to do but Winnebago mule
So Hank and Tammy took to muling in
(CashMoneyAP) J.d. baby
Listen up mane let me take you back
(oso with that fire boy)
Sometimes my mind be on another level
And i just can't take
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the judges wit me
[styles]
If I had twenty four hours to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get
I'm goin reckless
TAT up on the necklace
Did it by myself
I hope they studied if they test this
I be on some next shit
Why you on that left shit
to dispense justice
Well I�ve been sent to judge the judges
God damn love 'cause it�s breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I�d see in
know what it’s like
How I like
Now I’m here, waiting by your side
Everything must have been a lie
Why’d you lie
Yeah
And I’m going out, I’m not coming
+Blackball Me+, +Blackball Me+
+Blackball Me+, +Blackball Me+
I still come back, motherfucker
It's time, motherfucker
Now you left me to judge, fuckin critics
Don't judge a book by its cover
And don't judge a girl by her mother
The pages and ages between make her story her own
And old archetypes
Don't
taught to hold
Until he left behind that other life
To find some meaning on his own
He faced what nature had to throw
Through the storms it seemed he'd
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
what's your emergency
Red and blue come with that sudden urgency
All to see bodies on bodies
Left by a psycho aspired by an odyssey
To burn the world down
His old man was a rebel yeller.
Bad boy to the bone he'd say,
"Can't trust a colored feller"
And he'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin.
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