Lyrics:
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
you wrong as shit to judge me by The Color Of My Skin
Color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge by)
The color of my skin (to judge
a book 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
raps, like when you did that
Niggas keep faking till we come and push they fucking wig back
Nigga keep talking on that gram, like pussy go check your
to feel inside
Putting walls up ahead and knock them down
Don't know the pain that it's done cost me
To see me win
Who really got your back
Who really
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
Back tracking, circled memory lane
Metatron got my hand, took me straight to the bank
Told me keep your back hunched
Bullets stray from the back
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
left before I'd gotten older
Does she know that I'm a stoner
Who would I be if she kept me closer
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'll never be like my
Uh, go hard for that paper so
I can get what I want stood in the back
I couldn't fit in the front
Now I pull in the back
My whip sit in the front
plastered, off your nappa
When you sober up I bet you start to back track, say its banter
I find it mad that, I got laughed at, but I got past that
Knew that
a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
a certain special skill that takes much practice
I got it good, apparently you lack this
So in turn, sit back and learn
Listen close, this is for your own
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Make it home tonight
Be the number one smuggler in the area
Got enough weight to fill up and aircraft carrier
Herb slanger, Hustler Incorporated
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
K, yeah, Paris Shawn, you know what I mean
Now we back nigga, S-Wave, shout out to my nigga S-Wave
Got my nigga NJ, yeah
Jep, Paris Shawn, nigga
Let
won't go back on my word
I know
This was for the best
Now I can't walk with you in your summer dress
I can't talk to you at 3 AM
The malice got to you
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
getting rougher, So we got to suffer, times getting rougher
Now you dropped a lover, because they make it tougher
Now you loss'd a brother, next you'll
sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye might be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first
(yeah)
You probably got your mama scared, don't wanna watch the news
Ready to risk your life and freedom for a pair of shoes
Yeah, you say you love your
Please
Fill my cup up with mud
Know some, people, think that I pour too much
Know some, people, think that I smoke too much
But who are you to judge
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