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Tru lyrics : "Don't Judge Me"



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




Don't judge me on how I dress and the ^!$$%s who I hang with
Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I'm on some gang %#@!

Used the hood for us wealth, It got that good for myself
Think about all these ^!$$%s 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 %#@!
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 $#&@ing fun

They got are hands up on the gun, they got a ^!$$% up on the run
Trying to forget the bull%#@!, 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







I take what you want, suppose every individual thug
See a ^!$$% walk away, delay the miserable drug

^!$$% we burnin' every bridge in the city, committy prisoners
Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my %#@! be vicious
I travel with the narrow %#@!, 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 ^!$$%, cause time is hard







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 ^!$$%s mug me, why don't these ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@ers that made you fall

Don't judge me






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