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can't judge me - j. stalin lyrics

[intro]
hurry, hurry
step right up
stalin, fresh

[verse 1: j. stalin]
today’s a good day to be where you from n*gga
everybody out havin funs with no guns n*gga
the money comin, so i just stack my funds
and stay away from bustas tryna catch me like grunts
cause on the unda, young stalin a grave digger
purple swisher filler up, a hard liquor sipper
this one for my n*ggas, i still miss you dame
i got my net worth up, then i shook them lames
i been on mtv, yeah they feelin the flames
but they got no idea from the h*ll we came
cheddar on my brain, banger in my fist
i’m transportin…so i’m ridin with a b*tch
i’m santa in my hood, just give me a wishlist
i’d take a nice house, but i don’t need a ice wrist
i don’t know what thеse hoes do, so i don’t french kiss
i’m a stand up guy n*gga, so i don’t snеak diss

[hook]
and though i…lived the life of a mothaf*ckin g
i mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me
and though i be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be
i might look like em, but you still can’t judge me
and though i…lived the life of a mothaf*ckin g
i mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me
and though i be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be
i might look like em, but you still can’t judge me
[verse 2: g*stack]
i was born 9 blocks from h*ll, 5 blocks from a jail cell
stack bread to get that mail
can’t n0body do it better than the man himself
n*ggas couldn’t push me to do it, i demand myself
and i rep the ville, when they hated em out
lil n*ggas be so hard to find, antic*p*ting the drought
cause i don’t d*ckride
n*ggas know i spit fire, hotter than the sauna on your baby mama’s lips ride
all day, every day, money motivated
the realest n*gga that ever did it, probably why they hated
i’m peace signing the fl!ck, other hand with the grip
only say the illest sh*t
purple mane: he’s so sick
and you ain’t gotta be a fan to know the man is the sh*t
i’m g*stackin the chips, the chips stacked in his wrist
i swear to god
they can’t judge him, gotta love his swag
past, present, and the future: y’all can kiss my ass

[hook]
and though i…lived the life of a mothaf*ckin g
i mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me
and though i be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be
i might look like em, but you still can’t judge me
and though i…lived the life of a mothaf*ckin g
i mighta sold crack, but you still can’t judge me
and though i be wit them dealers and hang where them dealers be
i might look like em, but you still can’t judge me
[verse 3: j. stalin]
more money, more problems in my lifetime
i’m into spendin money, i ain’t into spendin time
now as the hands winds down on the clock
and the dea agents crack down on the block
my mama looked in my eyes and said
“you just like your pops, you got no heart. son, i pray for you”
i been grown mama, that’s why i don’t stay wit you
i’m in the street life, i can’t keep the k round you
i’m in the dangerous city, you know how the town do
where the b*tches is pretty, but they’ll still burn you
n*ggas in the hood lose it like bishop on juice
first i be on heem, then i be on goose
tryna get lil mama out them pants cause she loose
i lay my murda game down, it’s 187 proof
my n*ggas ride around the west like spooks
i get banned from shows…like luke

- j stalin lyrics

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