T R U - Don't Judge Me - Текст песни

Chorus x2(Silkk)


Times are shady for a G

The streets got me crazy, trying to stay free

The ghetto raised me, I can't sleep

Once citizen as a baby, now look at what ya'll made me.

So don't judge me


Verse 1 (Silkk The Shocker)


Don't judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with

Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I'm on some gang shit

Used the hood for us wealth, It got that good for myself

Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn't help

Now I expect ya'll to doubt me

Cause my own family doubt me, told me I'll never amount to shit

They probably fight, cause all I wanna do is go ounce to bricks

Hang around with the clique, probably catch me bouncin the six

Go to a party at night, find some tight, 

probably leave the party with a chick

Now as a kid ain't the same thing come back, remember when

Is all my four-five pourin' liquor out on town 

while I reminice about my friends

Trying to avoid penetentaries and cemetaries, ain't no fucking fun

They got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the run

Trying to forget the bullshit, gotta pull quick, 

my enemies know me, I know them

Always left on the field, death is always there, I just never know when

So till you how I live, you can't judge me, on the streets you love me

You can make me famous, till a never change me

Still live dangerous, how is it you blame me

What


Chorus x2


Verse 2 (Popeye)


I take what you want, suppose every individual thug

See a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drug

Nigga we burnin' every bridge in the city, committy prisoners

Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be vicious

I travel with the narrow shit, you follow within the gun play

Pretty future for none of us, make it before the sun lay

Cause living off the pistol pull, pull its to murder they farm

Back up within the halls of they Calio, pistol kate warm

Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame

Presence so close to touching us all before the sun came

Supported smoke rise above us, burning my energy

Open triggers receiving whatever my father sent to me

Cause living got the weather flow

We raise our kids beside the better grow

You better leave, you better let her know

Keep a focus, part in your vision, inside the Lord

Hanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hard


Chorus x2


Verse 3 (C-Murder)


My life ain't the same, I want change, I maintain 

So much pain got me praying, and constantly saying

Don't judge me, just trust me, sometimes just hug me

How come these niggas mug me, why don't these niggas love me

The ghetto raised me so don't blame my people

Cause ah from day one ya'll know ya'll never treated me equal

It's like my skin tone had ya'll mind gone

Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was herion

Ya'll feel me, damn they kill me, left me in the streets to die

Till the day I wonder why, I even open my eyes

It's like I'm cursed cause I had to snatch a purse to eat

They wouldn't give me a job so I took it to the streets

And made a dollar out of nothing, not even fifteen cents

Sleeping, pillow to post, wishin' bad luck come to an end

It's wicked how these streets turn they back on you dawg

When they the main motherfuckers that made you fall

Don't judge me


Chorus x2