ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME (But Why Would He)

Only God can judge me, but why would He

I fed my folks off patience, not anxiety

Came from the mud, learned math from the stove

Same lessons apply when the portfolio grow

Old soul talk, billionaire whispers in slang

Said buy what you know, let the weak hands hang

I don’t chase hype trains, I buy routes and rails

Long game vision, let compounding prevail

Trap taught timing, don’t rush the flip

Hold through the drought, keep firm on the grip

Red days clearance, I’m back in the store

Bought fear on sale, now it pay me more

Cash flow steady like rent on the first

Diversify pain so the loss don’t hurt

LLC first, then I flex a lil chain

Ownership louder than diamonds and fame

I read fine print like scripture at night

Protectin’ the principal, sleepin’ just right

They gamble for glory, I hedge my bets

Multiple streams, I ain’t breakin’ a sweat

Same hunger, new tools, calculator glow

From ounces to indexes, watch it all grow

OG said patience the realest plug

Let time do work while you sip your mug

I don’t post wins, that’s strategy talk

Quiet money moonwalks when it walk

If it don’t pay me twice, I pass on the thrill

Boring bread beautiful, payin’ the bills

From block to the boardroom, suit still crease

Street sense sharp with fiduciary peace

I keep my circle tight, like risk on a chart

Cut losses quick, keep gains with heart

Don’t marry positions, I date the returns

When facts change lanes, best believe I turn

I buy moats not boats, let cash defend

Reinvest the dividends, do it again

Taxes get managed, not feared or ran

Pay what is due, keep clean with the plan

I still tip God for the breath in my chest

Discipline daily, that’s how I’m blessed

Only God can judge me, but why would He

I moved with wisdom, not jealousy

Fed generations with slow-cooked gains

Left the streets better than when I came

I turned survival into legacy math

Kept my soul intact on a wealthy path

No crash-out spending, no ego tax

Just assets stackin’ in organized stacks

From pain to process, from loss to learn

Every L tuition, I paid and earned

I pray on decisions, not likes or views

Steward the bag like it ain’t mine to lose

If heaven check books, my ledger clean

Profit with purpose, you know what I mean

I honor the code, both street and divine

Do right by my people, respect the grind

When judgment come, I’ll stand on the proof

Played the long game, told nothin’ but truth

Only God can judge me, but why would He

When my wealth fed love, faith, and family