Testi:
Luck Not Judgement

m pushin' nothin' but this 11/5 gangsta funk When I skunk Creepin' with my ACG's With the Vegas and the weed Got to let the brain feed Not a bad boy But

chip on his shoulder without props A bad seed leads himself the stray way Puttin off evidence of Judgment Day Judge not the culprit or pull the file The

favorite things, I'll keep an open mind if you let me in. Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face. Try not to judge me on my kind of taste

eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga (2x) Jump out the drop top Catch you why u copping at that weed spot Speak not you know them bitches

with shards of glass in my eye and seven years bad luck. I'm confessing, this burden of free will is a blessing. So I'll be the judge, the jury, and the

Fuckin' with me You're walkin' down a dead end street I said you're walkin' down a dead end street "And you can't cross me" [Verse 1:] It's not necessary

the day I'm just livin', my life 'Till they come carry me away My mother would stand for me Every step of the way She did not judge me She told me I'

nigga If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch So you will never feel it 'cause you denigrate too much Who are you to judge

I was poor I'm not poor anymore But somedays I said I wish that I was poor again Back in the days, when I was poor I'm not poor anymore (Da-da-da-da)