Devil Is A Judge (A COLORS SHOW) lyrics

[Chorus]
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Locking n*ggas up
Locking n*ggas 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 f*ck?
Would I give a--

[Verse]
2008, man, sh*t 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 and’s
Girls can’t shut the f*ck up when we tracking
I’d search Internet, HYPEBEAST, I stayed tapped in
"What’s that you wearing?" n*ggas 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 b*tch, Jake
f*cking with me’s a mistake
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, BB Mesquite
Cops always f*cked 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
[Chorus]
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Locking n*ggas up
Locking n*ggas 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 f*ck?
Would I give a--