Tell it To The Judge

They call while I'm smoking, I just let the phone ring
I be rolling solo I light and burn the whole thing
Nonchalant with traffic, I'm zoning in my own lane
These haters wanna be me, that's why they ain't gon make it
I just keep it real G, I could never fake it
Moon in Gemini I'm having different faces
Went through it all, I'm talking hella changes
Two playas on the move we been switching stages
I hadda check my battery
Cause most these niggas was bad for me
I'm just posted on the porch where I smoke and realize
All these bots be hating they fill my head with lies
I hope my niggas awaken and open up they eyes

Lotta niggas out here discriminating
World still full of people who just hating
And there's no debating
Seems like no one changing
Niggas would rather be just gang banging
All they wanna do is flex with a chain swanging
You can go and flip some packs
I be out here making racks
I be out here making tracks
Just tryna express how i feel
Working on myself bitch i'm just tryna heal
Tryna get this money bitch fuck tryna deal
Fuck what ya saying bitch i'm keeping it for real
Niggas hate i'm smoking on that green
They just hating so i left they ass on seen
Niggas think it's weird that i just like to right
They just hating while i go and catch my flight
Y'all smoking ciggies that's filled with fucking sludge
I'm steady smoking green you can tell it to the judge



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Writer(s): Dylan Palmer
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