Can't Judge
Can't judge no one can't judge no one
Finish line right their
You know you know how it goes
Knight star close to my deadlines
Balling on em she works as a star
Tender pulled up to the party In that sedan
Got the drip out of Barney's
Razor blades my shoes
Old fashioned on Delaware avenue
When you hit it right she yells
Buckaroo spent years
Wasting my time vision on point
Had to dig up the
Tales from the crypt this music
Shit has me feeling like a addict
Bands all the way up to the attic
Don't want the static white
Balenciaga to match the all white Fit
Keeping notes of all my enemies
Providing her needs
When it comes down it's note me
Wrote this in my undercoats high
Fashioned the bank is like my home
There like 1,2,3 times a day get like
1,2,3 racks a day I'm different
The literal definition of poppin'
Pull up to the party drop in
Pass up on my grind you've
Committed a mortal sin flex on
You like I'm lifting a extra heavy
Load fuck around and dump It on your girl
Can't judge no one can't judge no one
Finish line right there you know you know
How it goes knight star
The flow is deadly
Keep on grinding till I've reached
Twenty burning off the rubber
2 door coupes too help drift
Away the time new
Motives gives me a lift
Worst case scenario don't walk up
Ain't shit sweet got a bag I have
To make a lot of people I looked up
Too now they envy me problem solving
You'll be a ok should I feel upset
Got a couple dimes for each piece
Baguettes On my neck see a youngin winning
My main bitch from Greece the name
Ringing bells me and my brothers twinning
If I hit the finish line first all my brothers
With me I'm hurting feelings not kidding
Got a couple of haters oh well made a
Couple of mistakes so what hopped
Off the gram for a couple of days
Now they're saying I fell off now what
Now what Came threw with the white chariot
Various topics I'm curious want to be different
They don't like it downright amazing
I'd kill them to admit it shovel and
Pick ready I'm digging the grave I'm
On the radio waves the goal
Was to be extravagant predicament of me
Being unstable the doctor's analysis said
A few screws are lose they look at talent
And paint a convenient solution
Finish line right their
You know you know how it goes
Knight star close to my deadlines
Balling on em she works as a star
Tender pulled up to the party In that sedan
Got the drip out of Barney's
Razor blades my shoes
Old fashioned on Delaware avenue
When you hit it right she yells
Buckaroo spent years
Wasting my time vision on point
Had to dig up the
Tales from the crypt this music
Shit has me feeling like a addict
Bands all the way up to the attic
Don't want the static white
Balenciaga to match the all white Fit
Keeping notes of all my enemies
Providing her needs
When it comes down it's note me
Wrote this in my undercoats high
Fashioned the bank is like my home
There like 1,2,3 times a day get like
1,2,3 racks a day I'm different
The literal definition of poppin'
Pull up to the party drop in
Pass up on my grind you've
Committed a mortal sin flex on
You like I'm lifting a extra heavy
Load fuck around and dump It on your girl
Can't judge no one can't judge no one
Finish line right there you know you know
How it goes knight star
The flow is deadly
Keep on grinding till I've reached
Twenty burning off the rubber
2 door coupes too help drift
Away the time new
Motives gives me a lift
Worst case scenario don't walk up
Ain't shit sweet got a bag I have
To make a lot of people I looked up
Too now they envy me problem solving
You'll be a ok should I feel upset
Got a couple dimes for each piece
Baguettes On my neck see a youngin winning
My main bitch from Greece the name
Ringing bells me and my brothers twinning
If I hit the finish line first all my brothers
With me I'm hurting feelings not kidding
Got a couple of haters oh well made a
Couple of mistakes so what hopped
Off the gram for a couple of days
Now they're saying I fell off now what
Now what Came threw with the white chariot
Various topics I'm curious want to be different
They don't like it downright amazing
I'd kill them to admit it shovel and
Pick ready I'm digging the grave I'm
On the radio waves the goal
Was to be extravagant predicament of me
Being unstable the doctor's analysis said
A few screws are lose they look at talent
And paint a convenient solution
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Writer(s): Arafat Khasratov
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