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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 y’all made me. So don’t judge me Verse 1 (silkk the shocker) Don’t judge me on how I dress and the niggas who I hang with Just cause from my pants sagging, I wear rags, I’m on some gang shit Used the hood for us wealth, it got that good for myself Think about all these niggas in the hood couldn’t help Now I expect y’all to doubt me Cause my own family doubt me, told me I’ll never amount to shit 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 fucking fun They got are hands up on the gun, they got a nigga up on the run Trying to forget the bullshit, 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 Chorus x2 Verse 2 (popeye) I take what you want, suppose every individual thug See a nigga walk away, delay the miserable drug Nigga we burnin’ every bridge in the city, committy prisoners Suckers who took a pistol in hand, my shit be vicious I travel with the narrow shit, 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 it’s 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 nigga, cause time is hard Chorus x2 Verse 3 (c-murder) 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 niggas mug me, why don’t these niggas love me The ghetto raised me so don’t blame my people Cause ah from day one y’all know y’all never treated me equal It’s like my skin tone had y’all mind gone Gave me a bad name like dope, like I was herion Y’all 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 motherfuckers that made you fall Don’t judge me Chorus x2  More Tru Song Lyrics
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