Devil Is A Judge

I wonder if the devil is a judge Locking niggas up Locking niggas up, yeah I wonder, if I tell her I'm in love Would she let me cut? Would she let me cut? Yeah I wonder if I'm running out of luck I don't believe in luck Doing different stuff, yeah I wonder, if I had a million bucks Would I give a fuck? Would I give a-- 2008, man, shit was great back then My boy had a stu at the crib, we stayed packed in Girbaud jeans and the smoke from the Mild Black and's Girls can't shut the fuck up when we tracking I'd search Internet, HYPEBEAST, I stayed tapped in "What's that you wearing?" Niggas was always asking Momma used to clean the tub with Ajax then And I would hate the smell I told her we'll be wealthy I mean it, you'll see, maybe live in Chelsea New York was always hard on me, but it was healthy I'm a doctor with the grammar, I swear that I'm Kelsey Surgical with this bitch, Jake Fucking with me's a mistake And I knew it how homies reacted to my first mixtape I was working at Buffalo Wild Wings, it would get played By the cooks in the kitchen, some older head said, "This kid straight" Sung it and shook your wings in a bucket, BBQ Mesquite Cops always fucked with us, always stopped us for nothing Your skin dark, your surroundings is Southern It's gon' be harder than others I think that's partially where anger come from We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter I wonder I wonder if the devil is a judge Locking niggas up Locking niggas up, yeah I wonder, if I tell her I'm in love Would she let me cut? Would she let me cut? Yeah I wonder if I'm running out of luck I don't believe in luck Doing different stuff, yeah I wonder, if I had a million bucks Would I give a fuck? Would I give a