Who Are You to Judge (feat. Joe Grind)

Hit 'em with the facts

Hollowman's earn a livin' in the trap

Little bit of this, and a little bit of that

The feds sneak me, I got in prison for a strap

It was shootin', every minute listenin' to rap

02', got shot, couldn't pass the free

That's when I got locked, feds are after me (Shit)

It was hard to see, I was half a G

It was all guns, drugs, girls. and Master P (Yes)

My main two thugs that'll blast for me

Knucks and Carlton, they'll go hard for me

I'll go hard for them, and they've seen that

Between the two of them, they know I'll go hard for each (Yes)

Fam, I'm half the streets, and I'm half a beast

But when I get pissed off, Kai's, pass the piece (Shit)

Even fess licked out couple arteries

Headin' nowhere fast 'cause it's hard to eat

Ain't got shit to prove

**** know what I do

Who are you to judge me?

You know what I've been through?

You see me in nice clothes

And you think my life's smooth

I'm a weed in this world

And they wanna cut my root

Ain't got shit to prove

**** know what I do

Who are you to judge me? (On real shit, yeah)

You know what I've been through?

You see me in nice clothes

And you think my life's smooth

I'm a weed in this world

And they wanna cut my root (I'm a hit 'em up again)

Life ain't easy sittin' in the pen

Or as a young black man (Where?) livin' in the ends

I know twelve year olds that be wishin' for a skeng (Skeng)

If they get one, they'll be lickin' out your friend

**** plottin' on me, got me visionin' my death

**** smile in my face, but they wishin' I was dead

If you think I'm so fake, come and lick it at me then (Yeah)

I swearin' to God, I'll be in it till the end

You can tell by my pain that I've seen shit (Seen shit)

Had a little gun charge, yes, I've been nicked

You say you ain't seen me, but if you've had a shoot out

With them Pecknarm G's, then you've seen Giggs

Got me as some crime boss 'cause me team's big (Big)

If you're talkin' OG, then my team is (Yes)

Ease off of my penis, I'm about to fly high, I can feel it

Ain't got shit to prove

**** know what I do

Who are you to judge me?

You know what I've been through?

You see me in nice clothes

And you think my life's smooth

I'm a weed in this world

And they wanna cut my root

Ain't got shit to prove

**** know what I do

Who are you to judge me?

You know what I've been through?

You see me in nice clothes

And you think my life's smooth

I'm a weed in this world

And they wanna cut my root

From the pissy blocks, to the sickest spots

I'll be up in Stringfellow's where the strippers cotch

And the strippers watch when I issue rocks (Yes)

And I'm always on time, I ain't missin' shots (Never)

I ain't slippin' 'cause (Why?) them little pussy cops

Got me standin' on the edge, but I ain't slippin' off (Shit)

Might clap a hater who's got issues 'cause (What?)

My mad stack of paper's like a tissue box

I use to roll to Mystikal, used to listen lots

Now it's all Hollowman, screamin' giga rocks

Who's that tryna say, "Um?" What a big imposter

**** know me 'cause, yes, I'm an official mobster (Shit)

And they know my co D, that' my **** Foster

Got the dust game smashed, we should get an Oscar

And we don't need cats 'cause I'm tryna prosper

I'll be linkin' architects and be meetin' doctors (Yes)