Judge Till Death Lyrics

[Bridge]

Can I rap ?
Can I live ?
Can I blaze ?
I'll bring it back like

[Verse 1]

Affiliated with real niggas with goals
Graduated in life but he never sold the soul
Going places most niggas never go
Punch lines be low blows nigga uh
He'll be in Europe baby are you up
Do you like his new look
Back to the hood cause this nigga won't switch
He put braids on a bitch 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 niggas know
His flow kill 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 ??? Fuck your Opinion
[Hook]

They say I'll never make it while I'm on my way
I don't give a Fuck finna roll this weight
I'mma hit this stage me flow and chase
C-inc yeah my niggs 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 fuck are these niggas I repeat
Yuh music weak we ain't feeling yuh
It's only la familia milla
My niggas gotta eat yeah I'm killin yuh
I'm smart on the beat
Big bags on my eyes no sleep
Bad bitch gotta twerk at my show
Wow she drop low for the dro and two G's

She tryna trick me but this nigga focused
The bitch 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 niggas 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 Fuck finna roll this weight
I'mma hit this stage me flow and chase
C-inc yeah my niggs 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 nigga
The lady in strip tryna make a quick figure
They both dedicated under medication
They ain't give a Fuck 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

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Judge Till Death …new single by Andre Roach

He raps about a male rap artist trying to make it in music while having fake people around him and gold diggers

A lady in a strip club …trying to make a living
for herself & family.

Concept is “People will Judge till death it’s life you deal with it & do what you gotta do in your life to make things work for you”

Studio Interview – @AndreRoach1 Vlog Ep.3 by @JamesAlexMC

http://youtu.be/djULLNLiTQs

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