Devil Is A Judge

I wonder if the devil is a judge?

Locking **** up, locking **** 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- (Yeah)

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 ends

Girls can't shut the fuck up when we tracking

I'd search Internet, HYPEBEAST, I stayed tapped in

"What's that you wearing?", **** 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 (Yeah)

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 would come from

We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter, I wonder

I wonder if the devil is a judge?

Locking **** up, locking **** 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-