Lyrics Can't Judge - Lunar C

Can't Judge

Is it that, is it that time again?
Tipper Gang got the club jumping
One punch with me, got some rum in me
Now im drunk, I wanna hump something
Got a big mouth, no brown nosing
I’m an outspoken cheeky cunt
If i was you, i’d want to beat me up
And leave me out cold, like I’m sleeping rough
You’re not bad, you’re just acting tough
Talking all of that gangster stuff
You say you’re a killer, but no theres «no body» to back it up
With my fuck buddy, rolling up zoobies
Hit me in the chest, like Rick Flair
You said I can’t come hit it, if I can’t commit
Oh I see what you did there
All I rap about is needing money, weed and pussy, it’s all i know (All I know)
Trying to get the key to the city, like I’m importing coke
The finish-line is in my sights
'Sno competition
I’m bored so, I’ll travel to the future like looper and beat myself to it like
a porno
Ha ha ha
I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank.
(to the, to the bank)
Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn
(god damn, god damn)
Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am.
(where I am)
Everybody’s got to get it however they can
No pally-pally shit, the game is mad
When I get the crown they can’t take it back
They’ll have to wait until I die before I pass it on, like a PlayStation pad
Different day but the same shit
By now I should probably hate this town
Grown accustomed to the bullshit
Used to fuckery and I ain’t Chris Brown
I get so tired of being perfect
Sometimes I fuck up on purpose
Bear/bare with my like a Russian circus
I’ve been fuckin' working, stacking up these verses
Split the rays with my boy Minas
I know that they’re annoyed by us
We just came and took your shit
For the fun of it, we’re joy riders
(Jake, Jake)
Everybody’s gotta get it however they can
Now or never, power’s in your hands
Bow your head or stand proud and set the standard
If you aren’t from the struggle
Can’t knock the hustle
Hard not to crumble from the pressure
Do it for the groupies
Rap for head like turbans
I’m the best for certain
Big batti and a tiny waist
Clocked it when she bent down to tie her laces
I’ve been tryna hit, I’ve been waiting
Yeah that pussy’s gonna get annihilated
Growning up I weren’t a sneaker head
Never had the money when I needed crepes
Then I started shotting on my BMX
Then I stopped and started killin' beats instead
Ha ha ha
I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank.
(to the, to the bank)
Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn
(god damn, god damn)
Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am.
(where I am)
Everybody’s got to get it however they can