Judge Scott Convicted lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Did what I did what I had to n*gga
I done robbed a lot of n*ggas 'cause I had to n*gga
I ain't have no food on the table n*gga
I ain't have no motherf*cking cable n*gga
Mama didn’t have no job, we wasn’t stable n*gga
Had to go and get that gun so we were able n*gga
Yeah, and I was runnin' them streets
Lowkey with the heat
I ain't have no f*cking daddy
Yeah that gun was my pappy
Yeah that b*tch made sh*t happen
Yeah that b*tch started clapping
I was in the hood for real, young n*gga started trapping
Fell in love with that rock and I swear it turned me up
Fell in love with them hundred dollars, I swear I ran it up
Fell in love with them b*tches, man I swear I love to f*ck
Where them percs at dawg?
sh*t, you can pass me a molly, I go brazy on your ho
You can pass me a perc, I go slow up on the stroke
You can pass me the lean, I be sippin until I'm gone
God damn, rollin' up the gas so I can't think straight
So I can't think straight
Sippin' on the lean just to make the pain fade
I see a lot of n*ggas like to hate on the slime
Hate sh*t turn to a motherf*ckin' crime
God damn n*gga always motherf*ckin' cryin'
All the time, you b*tchin' all the time
I'm in the street for real, I'm gettin' this money all the time
They should've made this money sh*t a motherf*ckin' crime
'cause I be getting this sh*t all the motherf*ckin' time
Ain't flexing, but real convicted felon
I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling
I don't f*ck with pus*y, if you lame I don't smell it
I know you wasn't with me
Same n*ggas from day one, they on the block still with me