Judge Scott Convicted
Young Nudy Lyrics


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Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Did what I did, what I had to nigga
I done robbed a lot of niggas 'cause I had to, nigga
I ain't have no food on the table, nigga
I ain't have no motherfucking cable, nigga
Mama didn't have no job, we would stay with niggas
Had to go and get that gun so we were able, nigga
Yeah, and I would run in them streets
Lowkey with the heat
I ain't have no fucking daddy
Yeah, that gun was my pappy
Yeah. that bitch made shit happen
Yeah, that bitch started clapping
I was in the hood for real, young nigga started trapping
Fell in love with that rug 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 bitches, man I swear I love to fuck
Where them percs at dawg?
Shit (fuck), 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 can sip until I'm gone
God damn, rollin' up the gas so I can't think straight
(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 niggas like to hate on the slime
Hate shit turn it to a motherfuckin' crime
God damn nigga I was motherfuckin' cryin'
All the time, you bitchin' all the time
I'm in the street for real, I'm gettin' this money all the time
You should've made this money, 'stead of motherfuckin' cryin'
'Cause I be getting this shit all the motherfuckin' time
Ain't flexing, but real convicted felon
I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling
I don't fuck with pussy, if you lame I don't smell it
He, I know you wasn't with me
Same niggas from day one, they on the block still with me (gang)





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Judge Scott Convicted by Young Nudy reflect his experiences growing up in poverty, violence, and crime. He talks about how he was forced to rob people and carry guns because his family was struggling financially. He describes how he fell in love with the fast life and started using drugs to cope with the pain and trauma of his circumstances.


The first few lines of the song, "Did what I did, what I had to nigga/I done robbed a lot of niggas 'cause I had to, nigga" indicate that his actions were a result of necessity and a means to survive in his environment. Young Nudy then talks about his upbringing and the lack of basic necessities that he and his family faced. He mentions not having enough food, not having cable, and his mother not having a job, which forced them to stay with other people.


The song also addresses the impact of absent fathers in the black community. Young Nudy says, "I ain't have no fucking daddy/ Yeah, that gun was my pappy" indicating that he had to rely on the gun to provide a sense of safety and protection which a father figure would typically give. He fell in love with the fast life of trapping and using drugs like percs, molly, and lean which acted as a coping mechanism and allowed him to forget his problems temporarily.


In the final lines of the song, Young Nudy seems to address those who judge him and criticize his actions. He says, "Ain't flexing, but real convicted felon/ I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling/ I don't fuck with pussy if you lame I don't smell it" indicating that he is unapologetic about his past and is still keeping the same circle of friends who have been with him from day one.


Overall, the song Judge Scott Convicted is an honest reflection of the struggles and difficulties faced by many black individuals growing up in low-income communities and the decisions they are forced to make in order to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Did what I did, what I had to nigga
I did what was necessary to survive


I done robbed a lot of niggas 'cause I had to, nigga
I committed robberies because I had no other way of acquiring resources


I ain't have no food on the table, nigga
We did not have enough food to eat


I ain't have no motherfucking cable, nigga
We could not afford cable TV


Mama didn't have no job, we would stay with niggas
My mother did not have a job, so we relied on the hospitality of others for a place to stay


Had to go and get that gun so we were able, nigga
I acquired a gun to protect myself and my family and to survive


Yeah, and I would run in them streets
I spent a lot of time on the streets


Lowkey with the heat
I carried a gun discreetly


I ain't have no fucking daddy
I did not have a father figure in my life


Yeah, that gun was my pappy
My gun served as a father figure to me


Yeah. that bitch made shit happen
My gun made things happen for me


Yeah, that bitch started clapping
My gun started firing


I was in the hood for real, young nigga started trapping
I grew up in the ghetto and started selling drugs


Fell in love with that rug and I swear it turned me up
I became addicted to selling drugs and making money


Fell in love with them hundred dollars, I swear I ran it up
I became obsessed with making money and getting rich


Fell in love with them bitches, man I swear I love to fuck
I became obsessed with women and sex


Where them percs at dawg?
Where are the Percocets?


Shit (fuck), you can pass me a molly, I go brazy on your ho
Give me a Molly and I'll have wild sex with your partner


You can pass me a perc, I go slow up on the stroke
Give me a Percocet and I'll have sex slowly


You can pass me the lean, I can sip until I'm gone
Give me the cough syrup and I'll drink until I get high


God damn, rollin' up the gas so I can't think straight
Smoking marijuana to the point of being unable to focus on anything


(So I can't think straight)
I cannot focus because of smoking too much weed


Sippin' on the lean just to make the pain fade
Drinking cough syrup to numb the physical or emotional pain


I see a lot of niggas like to hate on the slime
Many people dislike and criticize me


Hate shit turn it to a motherfuckin' crime
The hate toward me can lead to violent crimes


God damn nigga I was motherfuckin' cryin'
I was crying a lot


All the time, you bitchin' all the time
You complain all the time


I'm in the street for real, I'm gettin' this money all the time
I am constantly making money in the streets


You should've made this money, 'stead of motherfuckin' cryin'
You should have worked to make money instead of complaining


'Cause I be getting this shit all the motherfuckin' time
I am always making money


Ain't flexing, but real convicted felon
I am a convicted felon without bragging about it


I keep that felon on me and my dogs they not telling
I carry a weapon and my friends will not involve the police if they see me commit a crime


I don't fuck with pussy, if you lame I don't smell it
I do not associate with weak or unattractive people


He, I know you wasn't with me
I know you were not supporting me


Same niggas from day one, they on the block still with me (gang)
My true friends are still with me and we remain together on the streets




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One of the best beats ever

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Pierre did again...

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Yo Pierre!

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@ObaRich bs

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This isn't a beat, it's a theme so yes one of the best themes ever made in trap.

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