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judgement day - j-soul lyrics

[intro]

the most commonly traveled road to mediocrity, is “being realistic”
why would you want to be realistic?
what’s the point of being realistic?

[verse 1: j $oul]

a pool of fire, i’m guilty for ancient priors
came out with my 2 strikes, just wishing my skin was lighter
officer this ain’t dope, i’m slangin’ this sack of hope
they wondering how i’m clean, stay fly like a dove or soap
what you never seen a n-gg- dress nice and talk better ?
was you expecting barettas ?
no kings ? no corettas ?
no dreams, just vendettas
big schemes, to get our letters
like ds, i’m skipping cl-ss
my jeans is full of cash
they frisking all on my pockets, claiming they don’t har-ss
i’m black, yeah that’s a strike
dark skinned they give me life
my b-tch don’t wanna me love me, she won’t see me in the night
one minute she screaming f-ck me, then she saying f-ck me right
i told that b-tch if she suck me, i’ll be whatever she like
that ain’t right, yeah i know, i got too much on my mind
i fell in love with a demon, she just be stuck on my mind
i hope she hear this, i’m feenin’, i know she pay me no mind
it’s all love, baby girl, you’ll see all in due time
but for now i gotta hate you in the midst of rhymes
like, i don’t think about you when my eyes wide shut
and every b-tch i’m f-cking, close my eyes i picture us
life’s a contradiction, you happiest when you cry
cause this world is full pain, you escape it when you die

[hook x2]

it’s a cold world, man i’m about to break a sweat
they say life is what you make it
f-cked that b-tch i made a mess
i got too much on my plate
way too much on my chest
i ain’t got no time to waste
every second is a chance

[verse 2: j $oul]

i’m not a hero, i’m really just chasing zeros
i won’t be another n-gg- just steady robbin’ dineros
i refuse, you never could fill my shoes
like pippen in ’93, you jordan missing the 2
got visions, now here’s the proof
only time they feeling you, is when your pictures on the news
suddenly they paying dues
b-tches throwing pussy, ion gotta pick & choose
i’m married to the game, she don’t f-ck with other dudes
i’m really on my shit, on my shit, just like a fly
and these b-tches on my d-ck, on my d-ck, they wonder why
homie i don’t never trip, like my kicks is always tied
all you n-gg-s paying tithes, same n-gg-s that laughed at me
when i told em i was rapping they would throw they cash at me
like you need bigger dreams, n-gg-s never make it out
should’ve stuck to playing ball, instead you took the longer route
i was skipping in the halls, rehearsing like every bar
my teachers was pushing ravs, me, i want the foreign cars
i want a push to start, you n-gg-s more pushing carts
you ain’t know that pushing keys, could get you behind the bars?
i ain’t trying to be a star, i’m sonnin’ all of you n-gg-s
ain’t playing no f-cking games, like coach, i’m running you n-gg-s
bet you gon name by the time the song is finished
my n-gg-s never changed, never changed f-ck an image
promise i’m independent, muhf-ckas hold it down
catching waves like i’m swimming
these flows could make you drown
and soon i run my town
these dudes is really clowns
they creep without a sound
wait till, you turn around
and stab you in the back
and kick you when you down
don’t you ever trust that n-gg- who don’t lift you when you down
don’t you trust em, don’t you…

- j soul lyrics

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