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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peach Tree Rascals
Peach Tree Rascals
Performer
P-LO
P-LO
Performer
Jody Fontaine of AG Club
Jody Fontaine of AG Club
Performer
Michael Sneed
Michael Sneed
Performer
Jody Fontaine
Jody Fontaine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Sneed
Michael Sneed
Songwriter
Issac Pech
Issac Pech
Songwriter
Tarrek Abdel-Khaliq
Tarrek Abdel-Khaliq
Songwriter
Dominic Pizano
Dominic Pizano
Songwriter
Joseph Barros
Joseph Barros
Songwriter
Paolo Rodriguez
Paolo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Damarcuz Henderson
Damarcuz Henderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Pizano
Dominic Pizano
Producer
Andre Samuel
Andre Samuel
Producer
Jaime Estalella
Jaime Estalella
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
You don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
When you don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that
[Verse 1]
Yeah, only God can judge
Feel my fingers when I'm out of touch
Sometimes it hard for me to hear
She ain't loud enough
Couple times a **** tried to quit
I thought my time was up
Thought about the kids
Who gon' lead 'em if it isn't us?
Okay, let me send it up
I had a couple breakdowns
I might've lost my mind a bit, but shit I think we straight now
Sometimes this life feel like a business
But I am not a product
I'm an artist, I have limits
I'm a person, I'm a witness
I call my mama like I'm losin' it
Sometimes you gotta say it out loud
To see how true it is
She said you really doing this
Look how much you grew in this
I had to zoom it out to see how cool it is
I'm cool as shit
We shared a nice cry
Smilin' wide tears streamin' down
I told her all this is for nothin'
Ma, if i can't make you proud
She told me don't be foolish
Whatchu doing, boy, it's workin'
Learn to love the life you live
Before you lose it
Chasing perfect I know
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
You don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
When you don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that
[Verse 2]
Yeah, look, ex dealer with real pharma
That gave me good karma
That funded field trips for me, my nephew, and my mama
They ask me who to thank, I always thank the marijuana
Still feel like I ain't shit
I'm on my world tour shit
I'm on my small world shit
Like how you know me again?
Oh, we go way, way back
See that's where I disconnect
The industry done fucked me up, my hair fallin' out
Call me a sellout, I'm like, "What city is you talkin' 'bout?"
You feel me?
I got no time to pretend
Tryna send my mama stacks and gas money to friends
The ones that drove my ass, to college when ya mans wasn't shit
Ya mans wasn't whippin' no license, till 2016
My shoes are legit, they wasn't during sophomore year
They almost called me out so then I never wore 'em again
So tell the locals talkin' reckless they can shut the fuck up
Until you seen what's in between, you ain't nobody to judge
You feel me?
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
You don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
When you don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that
[Verse 3]
Only God could judge
Feel like T-U-P-A-C
Everywhere like air never scared rep the same thing
Uh, puttin' on for the soil
We was raised to be royal
Now we got it on boil
I'm just tryna enjoy it
I can't take it for granted
Nurture the seeds that you planted
Mobbin' till they overstand it
'Cause we ain't ever gon' be under
Aye
From the island, I just brown, the fuck you talkin' 'bout, a sunburn?
You ain't got to wonder
We gon' stick to the script
Ganged up from the players and pimps
When I share it that shit pay for the rent
Now the paper legit
When we fail we still making attempts
You only lose when you quit
That's why my foot up on the gas
You ain't got to ask
We can't wait for that
Validate yourself
Middle fingers up to their approval
Came along way from my mom crib making noodles
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
You don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Who are you to judge me?
When you don't even know what I been through
And baby, only God can judge me
And that's, that on that
That on that
Written by: Damarcuz Henderson, Dominic Pizano, Issac Pech, Joseph Barros, Michael Sneed, Paolo Rodriguez, Tarrek Abdel-Khaliq
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