Can't Judge - Lunar C

Is it that, is it that time again?

Tipper Gang got the club jumping

One punch with me, got some rum in me

Now im drunk, I wanna hump something

Got a big mouth, no brown nosing

I’m an outspoken cheeky cunt

If i was you, i’d want to beat me up

And leave me out cold, like I’m sleeping rough

You’re not bad, you’re just acting tough

Talking all of that gangster stuff

You say you’re a killer, but no theres «no body» to back it up

With my fuck buddy, rolling up zoobies

Hit me in the chest, like Rick Flair

You said I can’t come hit it, if I can’t commit

Oh I see what you did there

All I rap about is needing money, weed and pussy, it’s all i know (All I know)

Trying to get the key to the city, like I’m importing coke

The finish-line is in my sights

'Sno competition

I’m bored so, I’ll travel to the future like looper and beat myself to it like

a porno

Ha ha ha

I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank.

(to the, to the bank)

Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn

(god damn, god damn)

Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am.

(where I am)

Everybody’s got to get it however they can

No pally-pally shit, the game is mad

When I get the crown they can’t take it back

They’ll have to wait until I die before I pass it on, like a PlayStation pad

Different day but the same shit

By now I should probably hate this town

Grown accustomed to the bullshit

Used to fuckery and I ain’t Chris Brown

I get so tired of being perfect

Sometimes I fuck up on purpose

Bear/bare with my like a Russian circus

I’ve been fuckin' working, stacking up these verses

Split the rays with my boy Minas

I know that they’re annoyed by us

We just came and took your shit

For the fun of it, we’re joy riders

(Jake, Jake)

Everybody’s gotta get it however they can

Now or never, power’s in your hands

Bow your head or stand proud and set the standard

If you aren’t from the struggle

Can’t knock the hustle

Hard not to crumble from the pressure

Do it for the groupies

Rap for head like turbans

I’m the best for certain

Big batti and a tiny waist

Clocked it when she bent down to tie her laces

I’ve been tryna hit, I’ve been waiting

Yeah that pussy’s gonna get annihilated

Growning up I weren’t a sneaker head

Never had the money when I needed crepes

Then I started shotting on my BMX

Then I stopped and started killin' beats instead

Ha ha ha

I’ll be laughing, laughing all the way to the bank.

(to the, to the bank)

Woah woah wait, hold on, god damn

(god damn, god damn)

Can’t judge if you’ve never been where I am.

(where I am)

Everybody’s got to get it however they can