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Tru

Dont Judge Me

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Chorus x2(silkk)Times are shady for a gThe streets got me crazy, trying to stay freeThe ghetto raised me, I cant sleepOnce citizen as a baby, now look at what yall made me.So dont judge meVerse 1 (silkk the shocker)Dont judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang withJust cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, Im on some gang shitUsed the hood for us wealth, it got that good for myselfThink about all these niggas in the hood couldnt helpNow I expect yall to doubt meCause my own family doubt me, told me Ill never amount to shitThey probably fight, cause all I wanna do is go ounce to bricksHang around with the clique, probably catch me bouncin the sixGo to a party at night, find some tight,Probably leave the party with a chickNow as a kid aint the same thing come back, remember whenIs all my four-five pourin liquor out on townWhile I reminice about my friendsTrying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, aint no fucking funThey got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the runTrying to forget the bullshit, gotta pull quick,My enemies know me, I know themAlways left on the field, death is always there, I just never know whenSo till you how I live, you cant judge me, on the streets you love meYou can make me famous, till a never change meStill live dangerous, how is it you blame meWhatChorus x2Verse 2 (popeye)I take what you want, suppose every individual thugSee a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drugNigga we burnin every bridge in the city, committy prisonersSuckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be viciousI travel with the narrow shit, you follow within the gun playPretty future for none of us, make it before the sun layCause living off the pistol pull, pull its to murder they farmBack up within the halls of they calio, pistol kate warmToday storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flamePresence so close to touching us all before the sun cameSupported smoke rise above us, burning my energyOpen triggers receiving whatever my father sent to meCause living got the weather flowWe raise our kids beside the better growYou better leave, you better let her knowKeep a focus, part in your vision, inside the lordHanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hardChorus x2Verse 3 (c-murder)My life aint the same, I want change, I maintainSo much pain got me praying, and constantly sayingDont judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug meHow come these niggas mug me, why dont these niggas love meThe ghetto raised me so dont blame my peopleCause ah from day one yall know yall never treated me equalIts like my skin tone had yall mind goneGave me a bad name like dope, like I was herionYall feel me, damn they kill me, left me in the streets to dieTill the day I wonder why, I even open my eyesIts like Im cursed cause I had to snatch a purse to eatThey wouldnt give me a job so I took it to the streetsAnd made a dollar out of nothing, not even fifteen centsSleeping, pillow to post, wishin bad luck come to an endIts wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawgWhen they the main motherfuckers that made you fallDont judge meChorus x2

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