Let that piano play a little bit.
He who is, without seeing,
Let that storm rain a bit, young man.
Those in the glass house.
Y 'all know the rest of them.
Talking bout my life like you was me
Jealous n***a, just wish you was me
I live my life like Soprano really was me
I ain't got no lie to tell,
all I got is swag and dope for sale
And you can feel these lyrics here,
Well wishes to my opposition, farewell
Text bracket higher than a reefer, inhale
Cause I'm no longer in hell
Because I'm no longer in hell
Yeah, who are you to judge me?
Talking bout my life like you was me
Jealous nigga, just wish you was me
Jealous nigga, just wish you was me
Can you explain the feeling within
When your son say daddy is his best friend
Can you explain the feeling from within
When your son say daddy is his best friend
I was in the kitchen, tryna cook up
Sky is the limit, don't believe,
but my motherfuckin' come up
sleet, or snow to the sun up
Get your ass done up, if your
Quarter in the game, I gotta keep one up
But life ain't no arcade,
no continues when your time up
I'm tryna stay up, outta that line up
And stay straight, like a line up
I'm George Young with these lines, bruh
I'm George Young with these rhymes,
Yeah, who are you to judge me?
Talkin' bout my life like you was me
Jealous n***a, just wish you was me
Talkin' bout my life like you was me
My daughter says she love me
Tell me how you judge that?
My daughter say she love me
Now how can you judge that?