Judgment
MoneyBagg Yo]
Damn
Like when a nigga be tryna be like
One count away, you know what I'm sayin'
The streets kinda pull a nigga back in man, damn
Shit be crazy as fuck man
They can't win from losing at this shit man, but you know
I was built for the pressure
Word on the street they want pressure so let's get it
Clutching on the Glock as I ride through my city
All the silent beef I ain't with it, nigga admit it
Let off shots, ain't hit shit, they think we don't know who did it
Retaliation a must, when we do it's man down
Grrr, I ain't selfish, give his ass a hundred rounds
Get out that water, you don't know how to swim, you bound to drown
Red dot on top of your nose like bozo, we 'bout to clown
I saw the change coming, all this shit I invented
How you gon' knock a man for making his own decision?
Same nigga, ain't shit really changed but my image
I had to get that bread off the ground like a pigeon
Remember coming up I used to rock the fake ice
Stood on the block them late nights, asking god to get me right
Remember shooting my shot at hoes, them bitches was uptight
Now that they know a nigga worth it, hoes fuck the first night
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Ayy this a moment of truth
I'm peepin' all the shit niggas sayin' in these songs
I made a couple moves, they look at me like I'm wrong
But last time I checked I'm 26, ain't that grown?
And last time I checked my niggas ride right or wrong
Had to hustle just to eat, got my knowledge out the street
All my sons they a beast (all four, I love 'em dearly)
I hope my daughters never ever meet a nigga like me
I ain't shit to your mamas, always took them through that drama
They didn't understand a nigga, I was runnin' up them commas
Booked up for the last two summers, making plays off a bundle
Now I'm hotter than a sauna, people's choice like I'm Obama
They say money made me dumber, just wanna see me fumble
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Ayy this a moment of truth
Fuck dude, he a lil hater and I noticed that
I ain't goin' like you might think and I'ma show you that
Different bankroll every time I blink, see I get dough like that
The Hi-Tech all a nigga drink 'less I run 'cross that Act
Stay in your place, step out of line and get you buried
You gotta think smart, play your cards solitary
I made sacrifices, went against my hood for CMG
Didn't sell my soul for money, I just saw shit that they didn't see
Rap game wouldn't accept me 'cause I wasn't pretend
I kicked the door down like SWAT 'cause they wouldn't let me in
I'm out the jungle for sure, made it out the lion's den
Sometimes it feel like the end of the row, Boyz II Men
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Damn
Like when a nigga be tryna be like
One count away, you know what I'm sayin'
The streets kinda pull a nigga back in man, damn
Shit be crazy as fuck man
They can't win from losing at this shit man, but you know
I was built for the pressure
Word on the street they want pressure so let's get it
Clutching on the Glock as I ride through my city
All the silent beef I ain't with it, nigga admit it
Let off shots, ain't hit shit, they think we don't know who did it
Retaliation a must, when we do it's man down
Grrr, I ain't selfish, give his ass a hundred rounds
Get out that water, you don't know how to swim, you bound to drown
Red dot on top of your nose like bozo, we 'bout to clown
I saw the change coming, all this shit I invented
How you gon' knock a man for making his own decision?
Same nigga, ain't shit really changed but my image
I had to get that bread off the ground like a pigeon
Remember coming up I used to rock the fake ice
Stood on the block them late nights, asking god to get me right
Remember shooting my shot at hoes, them bitches was uptight
Now that they know a nigga worth it, hoes fuck the first night
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Ayy this a moment of truth
I'm peepin' all the shit niggas sayin' in these songs
I made a couple moves, they look at me like I'm wrong
But last time I checked I'm 26, ain't that grown?
And last time I checked my niggas ride right or wrong
Had to hustle just to eat, got my knowledge out the street
All my sons they a beast (all four, I love 'em dearly)
I hope my daughters never ever meet a nigga like me
I ain't shit to your mamas, always took them through that drama
They didn't understand a nigga, I was runnin' up them commas
Booked up for the last two summers, making plays off a bundle
Now I'm hotter than a sauna, people's choice like I'm Obama
They say money made me dumber, just wanna see me fumble
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Ayy this a moment of truth
Fuck dude, he a lil hater and I noticed that
I ain't goin' like you might think and I'ma show you that
Different bankroll every time I blink, see I get dough like that
The Hi-Tech all a nigga drink 'less I run 'cross that Act
Stay in your place, step out of line and get you buried
You gotta think smart, play your cards solitary
I made sacrifices, went against my hood for CMG
Didn't sell my soul for money, I just saw shit that they didn't see
Rap game wouldn't accept me 'cause I wasn't pretend
I kicked the door down like SWAT 'cause they wouldn't let me in
I'm out the jungle for sure, made it out the lion's den
Sometimes it feel like the end of the row, Boyz II Men
Moment of truth
Everything I say I'ma do, I'm who them bitches gon' choose
I'm who the trappers salute
This a moment of truth, this a moment of truth
I got the bag in the booth, I got the strap on me too
I'm in the field with the troops
This a moment of truth
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Lockhart, Demario White, Damion Williams
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