J-Soul - JUDGEMENT DAY lyrics

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J-Soul - JUDGEMENT DAY lyrics

[Intro] The most commonly traveled road to mediocrity, is "being realistic" Why would you want to be realistic? What's the point of being realistic? [Verse 1: J $OUL] A pool of fire, I'm guilty for ancient priors Came out with my 2 strikes, just wishing my skin was lighter Officer this ain't dope, I'm slangin' this sack of hope They wondering how I'm clean, stay fly like a dove or soap What you never seen a n***a dress nice and talk better ? Was you expecting barettas ? No kings ? No corettas ? No dreams, just vendettas Big schemes, to get our letters Like Ds, I'm skipping cla** My jeans is full of cash They frisking all on my pockets, claiming they don't hara** I'm black, yeah that's a strike Dark skinned they give me life My b**h don't wanna me love me, she won't see me in the night One minute she screaming f** me, then she saying f** me right I told that b**h if she s** me, I'll be whatever she like That ain't right, yeah I know, I got too much on my mind I fell in love with a demon, she just be stuck on my mind I hope she hear this, I'm feenin', I know she pay me no mind It's all love, baby girl, you'll see all in due time But for now I gotta hate you in the midst of rhymes Like, I don't think about you when my eyes wide shut And every b**h I'm f**ing, close my eyes I picture us Life's a contradiction, you happiest when you cry Cause this world is full pain, you escape it when you die [Hook x2] It's a cold world, man I'm about to break a sweat They say life is what you make it f**ed that b**h i made a mess I got too much on my plate Way too much on my chest I ain't got no time to waste Every second is a chance [Verse 2: J $OUL] I'm not a hero, I'm really just chasing zeros I won't be another n***a just steady robbin' dineros I refuse, you never could fill my shoes Like Pippen in '93, you Jordan missing the 2 Got visions, now here's the proof Only time they feeling you, is when your pictures on the news Suddenly they paying dues b**hes throwing p**y, ion gotta pick & choose I'm married to the game, she don't f** with other dudes I'm really on my sh**, on my sh**, just like a fly And these b**hes on my dick, on my dick, they wonder why Homie I don't never trip, like my kicks is always tied All you n***as paying tithes, same n***as that laughed at me When I told em I was rapping they would throw they cash at me Like you need bigger dreams, n***as never make it out Should've stuck to playing ball, instead you took the longer route I was skipping in the halls, rehearsing like every bar My teachers was pushing Ravs, me, I want the foreign cars I want a push to start, you n***as more pushing carts You ain't know that pushing keys, could get you behind the bars? I ain't trying to be a star, I'm sonnin' all of you n***as Ain't playing no f**ing games, like coach, I'm running you n***as Bet you gon name by the time the song is finished My n***as never changed, never changed f** an image Promise I'm independent, muhf**as hold it down Catching waves like I'm swimming These flows could make you drown And soon I run my town These dudes is really clowns They creep without a sound Wait till, you turn around And stab you in the back And kick you when you down Don't you ever trust that n***a who don't lift you when you down Don't you trust em, don't you...

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