Young Nudy - Judge Scott Convicted lyrics

Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Verse] Did what I did what I had to n***a I done robbed a lot of n***as ’cause I had to n***a I ain’t have no food on the table n***a I ain’t have no motherf**ing cable n***a Mama didn’t have no job, we would stay with n***as Had to go and get that gun so we were able n***a Yeah, and I would run in them streets Lowkey with the heat I ain’t have no f**ing daddy Yeah that gun was my pappy Yeah that b**h made sh** happen Yeah that b**h started clapping I was in the hood for real, young n***a started trapping Fell in love with that rug and I swear it turned me up Fell in love with them hundred dollars, I swear I ran it up Fell in love with them b**hes, man I swear I love to f** Where them percs at dawg? sh**, you can pa** me a molly, I go brazy on your ho You can pa** me a perc, I go slow up on the stroke You can pa** me the lean, I be sippin until I’m gone God damn, rollin’ up the gas so I can’t think straight So I can’t think straight Sippin’ on the lean just to make the pain fade I see a lot of n***as like to hate on the slime Hate sh** turn it to a motherf**in’ crime God damn n***a I was motherf**in’ cryin’ All the time, you b**hin’ all the time I’m in the street for real, I’m gettin’ this money all the time You should’ve made this money, ‘stead of motherf**in’ cryin’ ’cause I be getting this sh** all the motherf**in’ time Ain’t flexing, but real convicted felon I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling I don’t f** with p**y, if you lame I don’t smell it I know you wasn’t with me Same n***as from day one, they on the block still with me