This is judgement day nigga
Yow
Judgement day nigga
F*ck it
This is judgement day nigga
Yow
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
I don't care about the hoelice
Two nuts you can hold these
Ya'll kill a nigga for a trophy
Leave a nigga lean like codeine
Straight f*ck you no grease
No justice no peace
Niggaz dying in those streets
By the hands of the police
Only crime we commit is being black
Ya'll really think we deserve bullets for that
Guns drawn ya'll be ready to snap
Our life ya'll be ready to jack
Being black is like the enemies trap
Don't believe me nigga look at the stats
Three times more likely to die by a badge
I ain't spitting bullshit nigga this is the
Facts
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
Burn it all
Negro burn the stall
I discern the fall
While I learned the wall
They wanna swerve the call
Ain't no church in y'all
No truth
Y'all ain't learn from Paul
Money run the world
Y'all just care to ball
Money buy ya pearls
And your church a mall
Why we slaves on the sideline
Sideline
We will inherit it all
We don't care bout the money
We just care about the soul
Why y'all watching all your dollars
From the king we getting gold
Armour on it make me bold
To a devil my dude I won't fold
My soul still my soul I ain't sold
In the morn I wake up and put it on
Say my prayer I'm in zone
Then believe it's the roan
Got fake friends calling on my phone
X bitches that still wanna bone
So on my grind a nigga gotta hone
Whats sex shorty whats up in dome
Neva fake but niggaz be a clone
Tryna mimic niggaz
They don't even know
Tryna be real
But can't keep the code
But its judgement day
All upon you hoes
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This is judgement day nigga
Yow
Judgement day nigga
F*ck it
This is judgement day nigga
Yow
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
I don't care about the hoelice
Two nuts you can hold these
Ya'll kill a nigga for a trophy
Leave a nigga lean like codeine
Straight f*ck you no grease
No justice no peace
Niggaz dying in those streets
By the hands of the police
Only crime we commit is being black
Ya'll really think we deserve bullets for that
Guns drawn ya'll be ready to snap
Our life ya'll be ready to jack
Being black is like the enemies trap
Don't believe me nigga look at the stats
Three times more likely to die by a badge
I ain't spitting bullshit nigga this is the
Facts
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
Burn it all
Negro burn the stall
I discern the fall
While I learned the wall
They wanna swerve the call
Ain't no church in y'all
No truth
Y'all ain't learn from Paul
Money run the world
Y'all just care to ball
Money buy ya pearls
And your church a mall
Why we slaves on the sideline
Sideline
We will inherit it all
We don't care bout the money
We just care about the soul
Why y'all watching all your dollars
From the king we getting gold
Armour on it make me bold
To a devil my dude I won't fold
My soul still my soul I ain't sold
In the morn I wake up and put it on
Say my prayer I'm in zone
Then believe it's the roan
Got fake friends calling on my phone
X bitches that still wanna bone
So on my grind a nigga gotta hone
Whats sex shorty whats up in dome
Neva fake but niggaz be a clone
Tryna mimic niggaz
They don't even know
Tryna be real
But can't keep the code
But its judgement day
All upon you hoes
Yow
Judgement day nigga
F*ck it
This is judgement day nigga
Yow
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
I don't care about the hoelice
Two nuts you can hold these
Ya'll kill a nigga for a trophy
Leave a nigga lean like codeine
Straight f*ck you no grease
No justice no peace
Niggaz dying in those streets
By the hands of the police
Only crime we commit is being black
Ya'll really think we deserve bullets for that
Guns drawn ya'll be ready to snap
Our life ya'll be ready to jack
Being black is like the enemies trap
Don't believe me nigga look at the stats
Three times more likely to die by a badge
I ain't spitting bullshit nigga this is the
Facts
F*ck the police
F*ck the government
F*ck them all I said f*ck them all
I swear this shit gon f*cking fall
I grab my strap and I purge them all
I gotta serve it raw
They tryna search my dog
Why they tryna search my dog
Cause we black and act
Upon facts with macs
They tryna search us all
Burn it all
Negro burn the stall
I discern the fall
While I learned the wall
They wanna swerve the call
Ain't no church in y'all
No truth
Y'all ain't learn from Paul
Money run the world
Y'all just care to ball
Money buy ya pearls
And your church a mall
Why we slaves on the sideline
Sideline
We will inherit it all
We don't care bout the money
We just care about the soul
Why y'all watching all your dollars
From the king we getting gold
Armour on it make me bold
To a devil my dude I won't fold
My soul still my soul I ain't sold
In the morn I wake up and put it on
Say my prayer I'm in zone
Then believe it's the roan
Got fake friends calling on my phone
X bitches that still wanna bone
So on my grind a nigga gotta hone
Whats sex shorty whats up in dome
Neva fake but niggaz be a clone
Tryna mimic niggaz
They don't even know
Tryna be real
But can't keep the code
But its judgement day
All upon you hoes
Writer: Jameel McPherson
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