Текст пісні Can't Judge Me - J. Stalin, G-Stack

Can't Judge Me

Hurry, hurry\nStep right up\nStalin, Fresh\nToday’s a good day to be where you from nigga\nEverybody out havin funs with no guns nigga\nThe money comin, so I just stack my funds\nAnd stay away from bustas tryna catch me like grunts\nCause on the unda, Young Stalin a grave digger\nPurple swisher filler up, a hard liquor sipper\nThis one for my niggas, I still miss you Dame\nI got my net worth up, then I shook them lames\nI been on MTV, yeah they feelin the flames\nBut they got no idea from the hell we came\nCheddar on my brain, banger in my fist\nI’m transportin… so I’m ridin with a bitch\nI’m Santa in my hood, just give me a wishlist\nI’d take a nice house, but I don’t need a ice wrist\nI don’t know what these hoes do, so I don’t French kiss\nI’m a stand up guy nigga, so I don’t sneak diss\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me\nI was born 9 blocks from hell, 5 blocks from a jail cell\nStack bread to get that mail\nCan’t nobody do it better than the man himself\nNiggas couldn’t push me to do it, I demand myself\nAnd I rep the Ville, when they hated em out\nLil niggas be so hard to find, anticipating the drought\nCause I don’t dickride\nNiggas know I spit fire, hotter than the sauna on your baby mama’s lips ride\nAll day, every day, money motivated\nThe realest nigga that ever did it, probably why they hated\nI’m peace signing the flick, other hand with the grip\nOnly say the illest shit\nPurple mane: he’s so sick\nAnd you ain’t gotta be a fan to know the man is the shit\nI’m G-stackin the chips, the chips stacked in his wrist\nI swear to god\nThey can’t judge him, gotta love his swag\nPast, present, and the future: y’all can kiss my ass\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me\nMore money, more problems in my lifetime\nI’m into spendin money, I ain’t into spendin time\nNow as the hands winds down on the clock\nAnd the DEA agents crack down on the block\nMy mama looked in my eyes and said\n«You just like your pops, you got no heart. Son, I pray for you»\nI been grown mama, that’s why I don’t stay wit you\nI’m in the street life, I can’t keep the K round you\nI’m in the dangerous city, you know how the town do\nWhere the bitches is pretty, but they’ll still burn you\nNiggas in the hood lose it like Bishop on Juice\nFirst I be on Heem, then I be on Goose\nTryna get lil mama out them pants cause she loose\nI lay my murda game down, it’s 187 proof\nMy niggas ride around the west like spooks\nI get banned from shows… like Luke\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I… lived the life of a mothafuckin G\nI mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me\nAnd though I be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be\nI might look like em, but you still can’t judge me