Pegz - I Don't Need Your Judgements (ft. Reagan) Lyrics
[Verse 1: Pegz]If I had a life coach, a stylist, a spiritual guiderA criminal minded business advisorA PHD in political scienceWould I understand the government's indigenous crisis?Don't trust what the government sayNothing's changed since Sadam HusseinFor a kid growing up in KuwaitRegulated by assumptions we makeBombing trains with the blood in his veinsNo languages of the past, mathematical sumsPassages of the Bible, chapters of the KoranNo, Bachelor of the artsI read the signs, without astrological chartsNo, psychologist to delve in my headNo relationship counsellor to help with the stressNo physiotherapist reality checkI got enough common sense and self-respect[Hook:]I'm still burnin'I'm still learnin' in lifeI'm still trynna say somethin'Baby I don't need your judgementStill searchin' my mindBut still trynna say somethin'Baby I don't need your judgementStill learnin', still burnin' insideI'm still trynna say somethin'Baby I don't need your judgementBaby I don't need it[Reagan:]Baby I don't need it[Verse 2: Pegz]If I had a personal trainer, a chauffer, a chaperoneBlack belt manager with focus and self-controlHolistic life, no smoking or alcoholWould I live to see you wack ass rappers blow?Would I appeal to American offspring?Signed by Def Jam, managed by Don KingBack up dancers and choreographed boxingMakeup artists and various brand sponsoringThat's bullshit, drop the faadeYou wanna rap with an accent? That's not who we arePoppa large big shot, number 1 on the chartsFrom the southeast coast where the poppies are cut (Ay)No A&R producing my best workNo Primo beat, no Kanye guest verseNo Timbaland remix, radio censored (Hey)We hold it down for Australian brethren[Hook][Verse 3: Pegz]I didn't, play guitar in my adolescenceHave a, set of drums or piano lessonsOr a, milk crate full of Sabbath recordsBut I still got thrash metal fans dependentNo, green thumb, in hydroponicsNo motivational speech by Tony RobbinsNo, law degree, no brokering knowledgeTo rise to the top and own a McDonald'sI don't, rest on my laurels or reputationEvery burning step is a revelationStill dedicated, still getting wastedDon't spend my days mourning expectation[Hook]
