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Conway The Machine – Don’t Judge Me…

Albums: Conway The Machine – Conway The Machine - Everybody Is F.O.O.D. 3
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Lyrics Conway The Machine – Don’t Judge Me…

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I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah
Don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ time
But fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me

Wear my emotions on my sleeve, nigga
But don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ time
But fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me
Nigga, don’t judge me

Don’t let niggas trick you out your spot, tryna get the shit you got
Get positioned on the top, I done witnessed it a lot
When my nigga went to prison, he was bit and he was locked
I had warrants so I couldn’t go and visit him up top (Free my nigga, though)
I’ma give you my life, I’ma give you my word
I’ma give you my story, no, this shit just not worth
Shit so vivid, feel like you still on that curb
When that fiend came pregnant and she still got served
When I shot that nigga and I ain’t wanna do it
But where I’m from if you pull your gun then you better use it (Facts)
I recollect in the booth so I make better music (Uh-huh)
Real niggas playin’ my shit, they say it’s therapeutic

I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah
Don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ time
But fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me
Wear my emotions on my sleeve, nigga
But don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ time
But fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me
Nigga, don’t judge me

Homie, we are not the same, our life is mad different
Trust me, trigger finger on this MAC itchin’
Remember me, pack flippin’ in my black Pippens
Don’t judge me, I was just tryna get a bag, listen
I hate the fact that my baby mama is mad trippin’
Changed her phone number on me and actin’ mad distant (Oh, word?)
I ain’t gon’ lie, I ain’t seen my son since last Christmas (I know)
I could’ve reached out but I don’t do the ass kissing (Not at all)
Don’t judge me ’cause I’m a nigga with too much pride (Way too much pride)
I wanna get past the past, all I can do is try
But when I try, everything I do, it get scrutinized
But I ain’t never givin’ up, for my youth, I’ma ride
I hope one day you can find it in your heart to forget
And if you can’t, then I respect it, it is what it is
Listen, everybody is food, now I’m three for three
Don’t judge me, I’m just bein’ me

And I wear my heart on my sleeve, yeah
But don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ times
But fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me
Wear my emotions on my sleeve, nigga
But don’t judge me
I be speakin’ my mind at the wrong fuckin’ time
Fuck it, nigga, don’t judge me
Nigga, don’t judge me

Yeah, yeah
Can’t judge me, nigga
I’m only human, I ain’t perfect
I’m close, though
Yeah
Nigga, don’t judge me

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Conway The Machine – Conway The Machine - Everybody Is F.O.O.D. 3