DOM KENNEDY - Judgement Day lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY - Judgement Day lyrics]
I told her this a little tale
About a nigga driving big wheels
At the video shoot it's
Looking like tip drill
Chill or be killed is the
Motto cause this shit real
To be a millionaire
I wondered how that shit feel
At the swap meet but we
Still spending big bills
Watchout for the pot hole nigga
Cause it gets ill
Other people's money yeah we
Are eating scrimp still
Independent nigga I just seen a
House for ten mil'
Damn this girl just left her
Number on my windshield
Took her to the Dodger game
Let her touch the infield
I ain't gotta call her everyday
And we friends still
Just text a nigga when you
Tryin' get yo' limbs peeled
Don't just think a nigga rap
Cause I been real i don't give a fuck if
Yo nigga had ten deals
He still can't buy a Lamborghini
He's a weenie tell him stay in his place
Before I get him erased
You know he rap with what's his face
They really stink up the place
It's too fucking late, these niggas
Trying to be me, it's too fucking late
Im too fucking great, turn up the bass
Let me show you little niggas
How to run a race
I told'em I could beat you
If I was running late
I know some girls with tattoos that say come
And play so I come and play
And OPM til it's over and another day
And thats what I'll tell the
Lord on judgement day, on judgement day
And I wanna wish my people eternal grace
If not here maybe in a new time and place
I sip beer while I listen to "Find A Way"
Tryin' to find a way
And OPM til it's over and another day
Im with my son girl call me another day
And thats what I'll tell the
Lord on judgement day
On judgement day, On judgement day
About a nigga driving big wheels
At the video shoot it's
Looking like tip drill
Chill or be killed is the
Motto cause this shit real
To be a millionaire
I wondered how that shit feel
At the swap meet but we
Still spending big bills
Watchout for the pot hole nigga
Cause it gets ill
Other people's money yeah we
Are eating scrimp still
Independent nigga I just seen a
House for ten mil'
Damn this girl just left her
Number on my windshield
Took her to the Dodger game
Let her touch the infield
I ain't gotta call her everyday
And we friends still
Just text a nigga when you
Tryin' get yo' limbs peeled
Don't just think a nigga rap
Cause I been real i don't give a fuck if
Yo nigga had ten deals
He still can't buy a Lamborghini
He's a weenie tell him stay in his place
Before I get him erased
You know he rap with what's his face
They really stink up the place
It's too fucking late, these niggas
Trying to be me, it's too fucking late
Im too fucking great, turn up the bass
Let me show you little niggas
How to run a race
I told'em I could beat you
If I was running late
I know some girls with tattoos that say come
And play so I come and play
And OPM til it's over and another day
And thats what I'll tell the
Lord on judgement day, on judgement day
And I wanna wish my people eternal grace
If not here maybe in a new time and place
I sip beer while I listen to "Find A Way"
Tryin' to find a way
And OPM til it's over and another day
Im with my son girl call me another day
And thats what I'll tell the
Lord on judgement day
On judgement day, On judgement day