Tantu Beats - Judge Till d**h lyrics

[Bridge] Can I rap ? Can I live ? Can I blaze ? I'll bring it back like [Verse 1] Affiliated with real n***as with goals Graduated in life but he never sold the soul Going places most n***as never go Punch lines be low blows n***a uh He'll be in Europe baby are you up Do you like his new look Back to the hood cause this n***a won't switch He put braids on a b**h back in 06 She rocking Remy now Pockets ain't heavy now am I ready Now ? He put the weight in the bamboo then he blow She put her heart on this pole n***as know His flow k** beats leave this game in a sling Yo James you should page Doctor Yang This beat lock tight but this kid finna break it in She got white on the table like England Strong Link man you should ask the Mexicans Am I ready ??? f** your Opinion [Hook] They say I'll never make it while I'm on my way I don't give a f** finna roll this weight I'mma hit this stage me flow and chase C-inc yeah my n**s won't fake No handouts we work hard to make our own route Spark the flame take a toke then we zone out (Out) Middle finger your opinion Chase Inc yeah we finna make a million [Verse 2] Who da f** are these n***as I repeat Yuh music weak we ain't feeling yuh It's only la familia milla My n***as gotta eat yeah I'm k**in yuh I'm smart on the beat Big bags on my eyes no sleep Bad b**h gotta twerk at my show Wow she drop low for the dro and two G's She tryna trick me but this n***a focused The b**h ain't even know us She bust it open showed us And we ain't even famous They tryna entertain us Her body and the make up This pole that she spin around Baby I ain't judging but ho's need loving She said she ain't need nothin She believe the pole money could feed her family She got no fear but she rolling with a piece She said you n***as better be out before shots beat out And bodies gotta sleep out and all gold teeth out [Hook] They say I'll never make it while I'm on my way I don't give a f** finna roll this weight I'mma hit this stage me flow and chase C-inc yeah my n**s won't fake No handouts we work hard to make our own route Spark the flame take a toke then we zone out (Out) Middle finger your opinion Chase Inc yeah we finna make a million [Verse 3] He tryna make a label The gold digger tryna rob a n***a The lady in strip tryna make a quick figure They both dedicated under medication They ain't give a f** what you saying They gotta do what they gotta do time ain't waiting They still doing what they gotta do so why you hating They both lost patients Matter of fact I told you i'll bring it back [Bridge] Can he rap? can he blaze? Can he roll up a J without cops on his case Can she twerk? can she flirt? Can all these dollar bills fit in her purse [Hook] They say I'll never make it while I'm on my way I don't give a f** finna roll this weight I'mma hit this stage me flow and chase C-inc yeah my n**s won't fake No handouts we work hard to make our own route Spark the flame take a toke then we zone out (Out) Middle finger your opinion Chase Inc yeah we finna make a million