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Yea Yea
Yea yea yea yea
I can't pray or dream
I can't pray or dream

Get the juice
Sauce steady drippin
From the roof
Baby opps
Gotta bunch of
Boujee Betty Boops
They getting loose
Tell me what's a Bishop
To a king with the juice
Tie him with a noose
Then you drop em from the roof

Over niggas heads 
It sound like woosh
Talking down to me 
Please don't make me get a boost
Drug abuse 
Couple demons
I don't know how to rebuke
Some bitches I can't refuse 
But don't get that shit confused
Yea
Sleeping on a nigga
Let em snooze
Yea yea
2020
Going off
I'm in a mood 
Caught my wave
You better move
Flow is rude
Talk in code 
Break the rules
I can't end up on the news
Yea I know the field
But I'm recluse 
Yea yea yea
I like getting faded
Mixing Juice
Yea yea yea
Money gets the power 
Not the truth 
I'm just thinking 
What's the use
Every day I pick and choose
Fear to lose
Uh
Time is money 
Don't know when my clock a stop
They can never son/sun me 
Other niggas just don't 
Shine as much
Midus touch 
If they get me snapping 
Game gone turn to dust
Only leaving who I turst
Number lately going up
Going nuts 
On my own side
I don't double dutch
They huddled up 
Tryna get you lined 
Like ya favorite cut
What the f*ck
Chase a check
Tryna run it up
Gone get you double crutched
Don't need you to gas me up
Rather know you on the clutch

Get the juice
Sauce steady drippin
From the roof
Baby opps
Gotta bunch of
Boujee Betty Boops
They getting loose
Tell me what's a Bishop
To a king with the juice
Tie him with a noose
Then you drop em from the roof

Koo
Leave em at the alter
G.O.D.
Drip on me 
But this ain't holy water
Way to many hands out
But ain't got nothing to offer 
Got me sick to my stomach
I ain't go out by no ulcer
Niggas ready
They say it's whatever
Daily by the deli
Lurking heavy
Bitches think they clever
No links at the telli
M.O.E.
And my la familia 
Or you unfamiliar
I don't feel ya 
Don't let rap shit kill ya
Make you memorabilia
Niggas tryna cross me 
On some crucial shhiiiiiiiit
F*ck it 
Meet me at the crucifix 
I don't give a f*ck 
Bout who you wiiiiittth
Ain't a killer
But I'm with the shits 
Hit em like a Cinemax
And sit em back 
Niggas think they got the juice
They still sipping on similac
Bitch it's G.O.D.
Put some sin on that
I been on that
Never used to hit me back 
Now I watvh her bend it back
That's a fact
I can't give a f*ck
That's just how I am
Living in my shadow
Like its Neverland
You Peter Pan
Yea you'll never be the man
Niggas sending shots
Taking me up top
Shit is hot
They gone spin the block
Like a ceiling fan
oh oh oh
Me and Bandoo running through
We get the 
Juice Juice Juice
But we solid 
Yea the drip a hundred 
Proof proof proof
Live forever
I got too much left to
Prove prove prove
F*ck is 
You you you

Get the juice
Sauce steady drippin
From the roof
Baby opps
Gotta bunch of
Boujee Betty Boops
They getting loose
Tell me what's a Bishop
To a king with the juice
Tie him with a noose
Then you drop em from the roof

I'm on my shit right now

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