Testo Judgemental - Iball
Testo della canzone Judgemental (Iball), tratta dall'album Judgemental
No matter what I do they say I'm wrong
Where I'm at is dangerous, my moma said come home
I told her living broke ain't good I gotta make these songs
I gotta get it how I live I do this shit alone
Everyday I'm getting judged by new people
They don't even know my story, man this shit be real
My pops died when I was five, had thoughts on being killed
But I got cousins in the field, and they be down to drill
How you gone make it when yo own people doubting you
Growing up round drugs dealers and prostitutes
I dropped out of school went and grab a tool
Act up I'm a fool
See my uncle told me stay in school, always pay my dues
Had a bitch but she wasn't true
Never told the truth
In Milwaukee niggas kill for shoes
He ain't have no tool
I sit back and be like damn that shit lame
You gone blow that boy brain- cause you ain't got no change
I done served all my pain
I done walked through that rain
Had to ice up my wrist and Bought my first couple lil chains
But that shit don't mean nothing when you still feel like nothing
Told my moma we gone make it I'm gone make sure we something
On the island I was raised niggas know how we coming
He talk shit then we stomping
They up heat then we dumping
I was always in second so you'll never catch me fronting
Ain't back down from shit you'll never catch me running
Look...
Know how it feel, to be broke, with nobody in yo corner
You shooting to them heads bet not leave without that burner
Them demons in my head, I cant sleep, I feel haunted
My heart turned stone cold on these bitches I be stunting
No matter what I do they say I'm wrong
Where I'm at is dangerous, my moma said come home
I told her living broke ain't good I gotta make these songs
I gotta get it how I live I do this shit alone
Everyday I'm getting judged by new people
They don't even know my story, man this shit be real
My pops died when I was five, had thoughts on being killed
But I got cousins in the field, and they be down to drill
Everybody keep judging me
I remember all them hoes that call me ugly
Now I got videos of all them bitches fucking me
I hit upload this shit gone get ugly
I cant trust a bitch that say she in love with me
Cause the last bitch they said that was fucking leek
You took my heart even thou you put yo trust in me
Always feeling pain ain't no nobody showing love to me
Ain't nobody loving me
Don't nobody fuck with me
When I hit rock bottom me, myself and I is all I see
Go to church they judging me
Help the need they judging me
Doing all this good but no good is what they see in me
I know I ain't perfect but I promise you I'm worth it
I'm gone make it I deserve it...
God know that I deserve it...
Y'all don't know, inside I'm hurting...
No matter what I do they say I'm wrong
Where I'm at is dangerous, my moma said come home
I told her living broke ain't good I gotta make these songs
I gotta get it how I live I do this shit alone
Everyday I'm getting judged by new people
They don't even know my story, man this shit be real
My pops died when I was five, had thoughts on being killed
But I got cousins in the field, and they be down to drill
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Writer(s): Isaac Gillum
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