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letra de only god can judge me - rimzee

[intro]
(ayy, michelin)

[chorus: av]
give thanks every day soon as i wake up
get down on my knees and pray for things i’m grateful for
they judge me for the strength so they wan’ see me fall off
but who gets to decide between the bad and the good guys?

[verse 1: rimzee]
i got damier prints on my collar (louis)
shot at the copper, now i’m eating in roka (baow, baow)
seven bills for the shades, help me see clear
i can tell you ’bout the lows, ’cause i been there (i have)
i got more amiris than amiri (facts)
sky news, my teacher see me on the telly (hahaha)
i had so much potential
gotta keep a strap in the hood, it’s essential (standard)
i’ma real n-gga in your presence
walk in the room and the b-tches, they can smell it
you know i got them pouting
counting too much bread akh, my chick help me count it (racks)
i can tell you ’bout the streets, bro
in that deep end like speedos (i can)
why they wanna see me in the morgue?
got my face on the floor when i talk to my lord
[chorus: av & rimzee]
give thanks every day soon as i wake up (pray)
get down on my knees and pray for things i’m grateful for (forgiveness)
they judge me for the strength so they wan’ see me fall off (they do)
but who gets to decide between the bad and the good guys?

[verse 2: rimzee]
never would i thought it would’ve been like this
when your whip’s like mine, you don’t need a stylist (skrrt)
i was outside, it was really frying
they weren’t coming out their cells, i was with the lifers (doubters)
got a different watch and on a different date (kettles)
used to go servery with my dinner plate (i did)
on that prison yard, doing h-lla reps
bro got twenty-two and he wasn’t even twenty yet (pain)
still ain’t md up, i’m waiting on my turn
but i gotta give thanks, ’cause there someone doing worse (true)
the life i hate, n-ggas wish that they had
ain’t a chick i can’t smash but i’m focused on the bag (true story)
and i’m still p-ssed i lost the tool dog
four-four bulldog, they wishing that i fall off (grrah, grrah, grrah)
ask a n-gga in the borough if i’m ’bout it
i left crack houses and went and bought houses (i did)

[chorus: av & rimzee]
give thanks, give, give, give thanks every day soon as i wake up (pray)
get down on my knees and pray for things i’m grateful for (forgiveness)
they judge me for the strength so they wan’ see me fall off (they do)
but who gets to decide between the bad and the good guys?
give thanks every day soon as i wake up
get down on my knees and pray for things i’m grateful for
they judge me for the strength so they wan’ see me fall off
but who gets to decide between the bad and the good guys?

- rimzee

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