Judgement Day

[Dom Kennedy: Verse 1]

I told her this a little tale about a nigga driving big wheels

At the video shoot its looking like tip drill

Chill or be killed is the motto cause this shit real

To be a millionaire, I wondered how that shit feel

At the swap meet but we still spending big bills

Watchout for the pot hole nigga cause it gets ill

Other people's money yeah we are eating scrimp still

Independent nigga I just seen a house for ten mil'

Damn this girl just left her number on my windshield

Took her to the Dodger game, let her touch the infield

I ain't gotta call her everyday and we friends still

Just text a nigga when you tryin' get yo' limbs peeled

Don't just think a nigga rap cause I been real

I don't give a fuck if yo nigga had ten deals

He still can't buy a Lamborghini, he's a weenie

Tell him stay in his place before I get him erased

What's his face [What's his face]

You know he rap with what's his face, they really stink up the place

It's too fucking late, these niggas trying to be me, it's too fucking late

Im too fucking great, turn up the bass

Let me show you little niggas how to run a race

I told'em I could beat you if I was running late

I know some girls with tattoos that say come and play so I come and play

And OPM til it's over and another day

And thats what I'll tell the Lord on judgement day (2x), on judgement day

And I wanna wish my people eternal grace

If not here maybe in a new time and place

I sip beer while I listen to "Find A Way"

Tryin' to find a way, and OPM til it's over and another day

Im with my son girl call me another day, and thats what I'll tell the Lord on judgement day

On judgement day, On judgement day