LADY SYNFUL
Only God Can Judge Me
Ft. Wreck of Wicked Minds & Cuete

(Wreck)
Fuckin haters
Wicked Minds, Synful
Only God can judge me

(Verse 1 - Wreck)
So many haters, so little time
They all hatin me now that I rhyme
Fuckin bitches don't even know a thing about me
Can't stand to see a G living good and wealthy
Fuck them lames cuz for once I'm happy
And they just got a bad case of jealousy and envy
Rather see a homie broke in the hood
Gettin high and up to no good
First the catch the vapors and they try to ride you
Next thing you know, they right beside you
When they realize they ain't gonna get shit off you
They're gone and the next thing you know they try to down you
Going round town, making up stories
Trying to convince everyone that your a phoney
Damn aint that the same fool claiming he's your homie
Mad as fuck cuz he never even knew me
Yup thats the homie Wreck, he down as fuck
Just as long as he don't come up, what the fuck
I know how you think you see me
But you I ain't trippin only God can judge me


(Hook) Haters runnin lip they can keep on talking
I laugh in thier face and I keep on walking
I don't sweat the rumors or what they want from me
I stay up on my grind, only God can judge me

Haters runnin lip they can keep on talking
I laugh in thier face and I keep on walking
I don't sweat the rumors or what they want from me
I stay up on my grind, only God can judge me


(Verse 2 - Synful)
You wanna run your mouth when you don't know what I'm about
Run to all your homies and start barking loud
You know that girl Synful, she's that and she's this
Thinkin that I give a fuck, well homie peep this
I'ma tell you how it is and I'ma tell you how its gonna be
Bitches wanna be like me, theres only one of me
I sport them lose clothes, abuse with flows
Don't confuse me with hoes, I refuse to impose
That I'm like these other birds, who speak phoney words
Lungs full of herb sayin fuck what you heard
I'ma dress how I wanna dress how I wanna dress, do what I wanna do
Rhyme the way I wanna rhyme. fuck what you're going through
I'm only being real, I'm tired of the fakes
And I'ma make it in this game no matter what it takes
So get used to seein me cuz ain't nobody budging me
And fuck you lil bitches cuz only God's judging me


(Hook)


(Verse 3 - Cuete)
Oh shit here we go, its happening again
Fools smiling in my face but they just pretendin
Its sad when you think that poeple hate you
When you didn't do a damn thing, they're tryna make you
Down and out, just depressed about yourself
But I live for my kids fuck everybody else
Fuckin with me thats how you catch a vala
You cant touch me, you're not doing nada
Didn't you know homie, I'm on Gods team
So that shit that you're talkin, it don't mean a thing
Talkin bad about me, now thats big shit
Thats exactly how you get your shit kicked in
Cuz I dont give a fuck about these randoms rumors
Created by you haters, you fuckin losers
I see you everytime I blink and if I wasnt
You still couldn't smudge me cuz only God can judge me


(Hook)