| Times are shady for a G
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| The streets got me crazy, trying to stay free
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| The ghetto raised me, I can’t sleep
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| Once citizen as a baby, now look at what ya’ll made me
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| So don’t judge me
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| Don’t judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with
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| Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I’m on some gang shit
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| Used the hood for us wealth, It got that good for myself
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| Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn’t help
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| Now I expect ya’ll to doubt me
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| Cause my own family doubt me, told me I’ll never amount to shit
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| They probably fight, cause all I wanna do is go ounce to bricks
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| Hang around with the clique, probably catch me bouncin the six
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| Go to a party at night, find some tight
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| Probably leave the party with a chick
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| Now as a kid ain’t the same thing come back, remember when
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| Is all my four-five pourin' liquor out on town
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| While I reminice about my friends
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| Trying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, ain’t no fucking fun
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| They got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the run
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| Trying to forget the bullshit, gotta pull quick
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| My enemies know me, I know them
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| Always left on the field, death is always there, I just never know when
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| So till you how I live, you can’t judge me, on the streets you love me
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| You can make me famous, till a never change me
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| Still live dangerous, how is it you blame me
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| What
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| I take what you want, suppose every individual thug
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| See a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drug
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| Nigga we burnin' every bridge in the city, committy prisoners
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| Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be vicious
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| I travel with the narrow shit, you follow within the gun play
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| Pretty future for none of us, make it before the sun lay
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| Cause living off the pistol pull, pull its to murder they farm
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| Back up within the halls of they Calio, pistol kate warm
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| Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame
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| Presence so close to touching us all before the sun came
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| Supported smoke rise above us, burning my energy
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| Open triggers receiving whatever my father sent to me
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| Cause living got the weather flow
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| We raise our kids beside the better grow
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| You better leave, you better let her know
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| Keep a focus, part in your vision, inside the Lord
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| Hanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hard
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| My life ain’t the same, I want change, I maintain
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| So much pain got me praying, and constantly saying
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| Don’t judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug me
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| How come these niggas mug me, why don’t these niggas love me
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| The ghetto raised me so don’t blame my people
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| Cause ah from day one ya’ll know ya’ll never treated me equal
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| It’s like my skin tone had ya’ll mind gone
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| Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was heroin
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| Ya’ll feel me, damn they kill me, left me in the streets to die
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| Till the day I wonder why, I even open my eyes
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| It’s like I’m cursed cause I had to snatch a purse to eat
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| They wouldn’t give me a job so I took it to the streets
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| And made a dollar out of nothing, not even fifteen cents
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| Sleeping, pillow to post, wishin' bad luck come to an end
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| It’s wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawg
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| When they the main motherfuckers that made you fall
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| Don’t judge me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Judge Me (feat. Popeye and Porsha) , by - Tru. Song from the album Da Crime Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп