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told me our friendship was over I fckep up
Don't blame me for all of it, you were also involved in
I ain't no angel but fuck I ain't no devil, from

making moves making moves making

I'm focused on the road ahead
While my past is dragging me by my leg
Got so many things I'm trying to accomplish
Money

down my face at night 
Ima knight with a black girl by my side 
When it come to eating all you girls 
I right 
Love the drip 
Juice down to my face 
Drip

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

I see no evil. Money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah

Looking forward to the glutes that groove, 
When the caboose cuts loose, apple bottom jeans 
making apple juice for the south Bay goose with gangsta lean
I

mama taught me how to get them chips

My pink haired goddess left me and I lost my mind
Depression kicking in fucking up the grind
Sipping devil juice

joy better come to me quick
It's in the far side
Guard my love with the strength
Of any guard by blocking what is rushing to hit from any yard line
I

I'm walking by
Ain't no squad it's just the God in eye
Taking part up in this Mini mart
Let's see who peels apart
And let me juice her thigh
Ha
Henny

money, with a contract, huh
My lawyer locked out , without a phone number as a contact
Mama Barely getting by, You screaming money on the books
I wanna

I been chillin' on another level
Way too high for the devil
Let em change I wont eva
I came through lookin' hella
Embezzled
Tryna make my mind shine

is fucking ape food
Biscuit to ya melon make ya blood look like grape juice
Niggas is animals banana clips I handles
Bars I rip I'm sick hock before I

Tsung.
Kids outside, cussing with a juice-stained Tongue.
Chain rockin'. That money in his pockets for bail.
You see, I was a prophet. I could see who was

with a contract, huh
My lawyer locked out , without a phone number as a contact
Mama Barely getting by, You screaming money on the books
I wanna give you

look like a painting by Van Gough
I put together my own life
It never panned off
Beat the shit out of energy vampires
But they ran off
They wanted

don't even show
Can't tell by my face no more
Told myself I had to grow
Up
But now it go down
Yeah now it go down
Yeah now it go down
Yeah now it go down

out my, stop it
Scummy niggas creeping right by my side
Boosted up on some shit unprescribed
Live alone til' the devil need I
Drunk alone how a nigga

was vibing
Like the fuck happen when you wasn't by my side and
Did you really let them other niggas slide in
Wasn't overthinking knew this bitch was

Walking through the hellfire
I do my devil dance
When you livin like this yo
Best friend the ambulance
Say you want smoke
We Never really know who might die

I'm worse than the Devil
Even if I'm touring, upping antis and levels
Meet you in the morning, drag you by your hair fool
I don't really care about your

I misplaced my invitation to the party a while ago,
Not in the mood to drive but ima gas if her mileage low,
I'm chugging the devils juice,
Im

know
I cannot cry, my eyes melted dry now
So sly now
Stepping on your, dreams
Blinding by the, beams
Vacant from a peace of mind
Never signed, never

ain't with all that extra
They know Juice is next up
Smelling real good when I dress up
Break up the kush then roll it up
In the foreign car going fast

Verse 1
Sipping the juice, spark up the good til you hitting the roof/ Chill with your crew, whatever it is that you do to get loose/ What is your

reason to just breathe.

Write my songs with a wish 
if i die would you stick by myside 
like my twin through 
thick and thin. 
my devil my jin 
my