Judge Me Lyrics

15 years old

Tryna make a song

They be hatin' on the Quan

What the fuck I did wrong?

I'm on D&D

I don't text, I don't call

Yeah, they callin' me the king

And right now I need a throne

Now they feelin' us hurt

Tell QuanDogg was wrong?

I'm only visibilizin' while smokin' on this strong

I'm a real nigga

I don't entertain these hoes

If they try to set me up

We put a five to they dome

Outside every day, used to wear them same clothes

Now I'm always on the road, tryna do this goddamn show

I make my own shit, used to get them by the hoes

I steal my own shit, used to get them by the stores

Niggas always askin' me why I'm always rappin'

I don't know

I was tryna make this happen

Yeah, I'm high as hell while I'm clutchin' on my ratchet

You don't want no beef with a nigga, that's that tragic

Damn

Now I'm starin' at your casket

And they keep on sendin' threats

Every day I'm laughin'

I mean I'm still laughin'

How you got your gun and you just got caught lacking?

How you claimin' thug and you just got caught rattling?

That means you's a snitch

How you got ran on

That means you a bitch

How you don't make dollars and don't make sense

Sippin' on this lean on a phone while I'm racing

Free my cousin willie

Its been four years, man

Uncle just died last year don't make no sense, man

It's too late to get rich

Another rapper just got killed what the hell I'm gon' do with this…

Rappin' shit

I'm still sinnin, I asked god for forgiveness

Can you hear me?

I know you ain't get no money

You don't feel me

Now you wanna kill me

I'm too high right now

I'm still livin'

And I still got my semi

AR-15 aiming at your damn kidneys

Cause you wanna diss me

Count all these blues

Crip walkin' like the sixties

Feelin' like I'm Nipsey

I ain't nothin' like you fuckin' rap niggas

Y'all better not diss me

This drac hold a sixty

I just moved up out the L

And they still missin' me

It ain't on me, nigga, it's in me

You need to E-N-D the envy

You with me or against me

And I'm still in the hood like I'm Biggie

You know I got my choppa and my glitzy

And my trigger finger itching

Only God can judge me like I'm 2pac

And you better come down this Glock

woosah

Don't try to come at me

All you hear is two shots

Fah, fah

Now you dead and your mama cryin'

I be damned if I let my mama cry

And I'm still gettin' hate from the other side

Yeah, southside niggas till we die

If you still in this gang, man, this do or die

Yeah gang

I had to let this shit out, man

This industry is fucked, man

Like, real fucked up

Ain't no more rappers no more, man

When social media shit happen, man

That shit fuckin' up your brains

Y'all need to stop that shit

Free my cousin Willie, man