Lyrics:
my gun home, here borrow mine
Pop the nine like a judge "All rise"
This gun'll knock plants off tall guys
We value-packs, y'all small fries
Yo, I'm
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
your ass
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
I'm thuggin'
Middle fingers to the cops and the judge
Raised by the O niggas just mean mug
I'm
whipped on this one yet. You got a bear by the tail here, uh? Jeezis!
is
I just know he's not here
I can see your heart is open
Open up your eyelids
I don't have to be a Saint to know this ain't where God lives
Take
to hold your gun
Know when you don't want it with no one
Live niggas now are after you
And here they come
This nigga thinkin that everybody puss til
He got
These days we're living', the best we can just scraping
to get by, eye to eye, not like the past times
Just sitting' here, asking God why
We have
of no fear
Love don’t live here
Make sure the coast is clear the judge gon’ give us years
We're crying out for help the world won’t lend an ear
I’m
to show you the safe way
But you don’t like to go the safe way now do you
Rather have the dare devil and the voodoo
And who am I to judge, no one
I’ll spite
I have to grow
Grow Grow Grow Grow
One more proof that some of the problems
Are created by the ones who judge men
One more proof that some
from
Essence about my ex wife
Doing another sad fictitious story
Nothing surprises me anymore, including this
This is what your life has come to sis?
goes to your head
If you can't feel it, then the roots are dead
And if you're the judge, then what is our crime?
Here comes the night time
Here
goes to your head
If you can't feel it, then the roots are dead
And if you're the judge, then what is our crime?
Here comes the night time
Here
take the wheel and steer,
All I fucking know is I don’t belong here,
Where do I go? The road is not clear,
Get out the way here I come,
I’m a burning
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
All the city girls gone have fun
I ain't never gonna judge if you get no love
Gotta live for yourself and the man up above
Cause the ones down here
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
“Yeah”
Chorus
Baby I’m not here to judge
And I’m not here for love
Don’t mistake lust for love
Baby live life don’t rush
I’m just tryna have fun
Probably thought I was a Scammer
But by the end of the night, she'll turn into a dancer
I've been screaming Fuck Love, them niggas made that shit a anthem
I
are becoming more bitter day by day, and on the one hand, we are getting stronger
Although we are hopeful, we live in a wrong system
One person dies
and now and then it gets a little harder to go through it
Losin' friends day by day
I'm in so much pain when I'm here, Lord, please take me away
I put
and now and then it gets a little harder to go through it
Losin' friends day by day
I'm in so much pain when I'm here, Lord, please take me away
I put
like a war plot
Combative attitude when I come up and I take shots
I gotta lotta ammo cuz I'm here for the top spot
Sike, I'm just kidding, I don't care
sentencing
'Cause the judge is saying "Life" like it ain't someone's life
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
With the hood screaming,
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