Judge Me Lyrics

Kill yourself nigga, only God can judge me man

Niggas Always Talking hating on The Next man

I ain't worried bout you, I'm worried bout me and my business home boy

Ok, Stick Em Up

First thing first what it do single parents

Get that dirt up off your shoulder working hard I understand It

You work ya nine To five got your hustle on the side

Everybody hurting we just trying to stay alive

Never hated on the next man I could care less

Evergreen baby, got it tatted on my chest

Bust a few head you a head busser

Ok you touched a couple bricks now you the plug brother

And the OG's taught us, never trust them strangers

On the block, keep it cocked, cause we twisting fingers

And free dem niggas who ain't did nothing, but try to keep a dollar

And keep they family straight baby mama new Impala

Go down, in my city called Albany

Bag twenties, ride twenties, who ain't getting plenty

And yeah we country, but I never seen a farm

Smoke hay all day, middle of the barn I'm gone

You think you know what I been through (So you wanna judge me)

This world Fucking with my mentals, (Only God can judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (who is you to judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Who is you to judge me)

You think you know what I been through (So you wanna judge me)

This world fucking with my mentals, (Only God can judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Who is you to judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Only God can judge me)

Who am I, Google me, tired of the scrutiny

My favorite rapper, fuck 'em, ten don't equal one of me

Rolling up that good shit, hanging with my folks be

West side, evergreen but you know it's GD

A sin is still a sin so who is you to judge me

100 G'd up behind that with both feet

Low key, I stand out, niggas got their hands out

And they knives sharpened probably stab you in the mouth

Country spitting collard green mac, nigga, where the cheese

Pop two stream beans, breaking down my broccoli

Never fake in my Gene, we don't rock no skinny jeans

Hating on a gangsta lean now watch a gangsta lean

Y'all spitting on the same beats, talking the same shit

Like a hit, man I'm trying to make you feel this

It's very few that I fill up in the industry

And if I don't make it only one to blame is me

You think you know what I been through (So you wanna judge me)

This world Fucking with my mentals, (Only God can judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (who is you to judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Who is you to judge me)

You think you know what I been through (So you wanna judge me)

This world fucking with my mentals, (Only God can judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Who is you to judge me)

Now tell me who is you to judge me (Only God can judge me)