Judgment Day ft. Garrison Collier Lyrics

Me llamo Trey, como estas

Bien, decir no mas

Por favor, gracias

My life aint ready to stop

But the pistolero is ready to bloaw

That won't be obliged though

Ring round rosies

Posey won't be lackadaisical

I need my redemption, I'll Shawshank a hoe

Deaded, Need resurrected and that'll be the day I go nuts

I missed the fun

Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption

I'm Dahmer, I got a lil taste for the blood

Your honor objection

I get what I want like

Hooray

Victory visions I'm running laps

Bouquet

Nobody's judging babe throw it back

Doomsday

Don't even know if I'm coming back

Only God can judge me but I'll be the judge of that

You niggas don't know me but speak on my name like you do

I got real shit to handle, aint dealing with you

Niggas phony, one look in they eye know its true

You don't like how I'm moving, just focus on you

You get blessings then niggas pop out of the blue

Or the wood works I guess I'm a carpenter too

I be sick of these niggas like I got the flu

Can't have no one around me, mask on in the stu

Staging the coupe

I move while they talk

Give me the loot

Encumbered, I ball

Pepe le pew

Don't care bout my flaws

Better to view when you standing up tall

Aye tying up knots, no tie, no draws

You can bet that imma shoot one back up to the wall

Play by no laws, better call my nigga Saul

Life a bitch I'm in her drawers I aint tripping at all lets get it

I missed the fun

Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption

I'm Dahmer, I got a lil taste for the blood

Your honor objection

I get what I want like

Hooray

Victory visions I'm running laps

Bouquet

Nobody's judging babe throw it back

Doomsday

Don't even know if I'm coming back

Only God can judge me but I'll be the judge of that

I'll be the judge, Judy

Like Judith I don't need a gun

Behold the beheading

The deed is done, I bleed it's blood

And a smudge on my Adidas cause I come from the mud

Look in the mirror, I see demons behind me

On the interior you see the anxiety

Underground deceased, that aint fine with me

A nigga bout to be free and finally see the sun

Pardon the interupt, rupt, ruption

Yeah I got a lil taste for the blood yeah

Objection I get what I want like

Hooray

Victory visions I'm running laps

Bouquet

Nobody's judging babe throw it back

Doomsday

Don't even know if I'm coming back

Only God can judge me and I'm alright with that

I hate when I see people judging from afar

I'm taking shots with this bar

Keeping tabs on me

I gotta close em if it aint incognito

I never know the true identity of people

The envy and green, I can't see low (Ceelo)

No cause I keep my head high

Can you tell that I've grown or no

I am mature (amateur) I'm a pro now

Anti climax, I don't react to they jokes now

I aint even hear her when the world was yelling in pain

Let it be your mirror but its gotta break someday

And thats alright