Lyrics:
Slapped with fake charges and questioned
We’re here to live, we forget it
So all my kid beef got deaded i got no time
For who said it
Drive-by with TECs
even out by no rain
Nuff man a pressure yuh body nah nuh game
Ooman yuh hot, so yuh got di city locked
So yuh body man attack, so
Dem gwaan kno yuh
little glick who grant every wish
'Cause in reality, YOUR DONE!
I got dawgs, that will bark with that sparky
Driving cars that got push start don't need no
wanna pick and choose
Who you wanna fuck with
Stop playing wit me
Tell me what's its gone be
Told you I wanna fuck with you
But you told me keep it low
they wanna see me
Burst in flames, get washed away by waves
But I ain't going nowhere the world's my stage
Ugh
I'm grown up but still got childish
then that's not where I'm at
Who fuck it don't go there
Running yo mouth get you nowhere
Can't come to my house cause yo hoe there
Sneaky link got me
feeling the loss, of even caring about what this is
Can't decide what you want, to stand up to you
I'm the one, independent but I still got the ones
Who
the second im in it
Beat by Babo
Smokin gelato
Second account code safe wit my thot hoe
We goin steady baby on some Rocko
Stuck in a Pot hole
Im bout to pop
on the corner, don't let the pigs get you
Not like these fools who don't comprehend
You end up doing a twenty-five bit in the pen
You got that? Getting your
alright (somewhere in the world there's a girl that's studying for exams)
That's when you remember who you are are
(Trill got that juice, nigga)
titanic
Cuz the foundation shaky like the titanic
Instead of patching it up and sticking by they ship
They rather be quartermasters to another ship
(You are
and out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
You betta believe it
(You know who it is, Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, Lets Go)
I like the way,
The girl in the alley kneels with exhaustion
She's guarded by the skinny guy who limps from some infection
Behind a veil of bleached thin hair
Since I got the juice
(yeah) , with my soldiers
We some fucking troops (yeah)
Glock stay in the booth (Glock)
Drank promethazine by the deuce (by the)
and tired (Sick of who?)
The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em
Hopin' that they got one of 'em
It was a drug
Yeah, found my way yeah I found the truth
Tryna spit like my name Juice World and I'm on Fire In The Booth
Tryna show that I'm the toughest out
thoughts the only friends I got
And I
Hope to God
I find the one
That'll sit by me when the ending comes
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
Have I seen you
Dirty Bastard]
Yo! Met this bitch by the name of Subie
She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty
She got me setting up when I went to the projects
I haven't come to tell you I got juice
I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level
I'll be back, but for now just seckle!
I'll play
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum,
I hope you got the message and it ain't sweet
But I can play by your mind games baby
Moody spicy mixed with crazy
Imma blast off feeling spacey
I'm
brawlin'
Those who think I'm fallin, I'll play your monkey-ass like a organ
I got crazy niggas in the city noid
Got mad bitches, but it's not cause I'm
(Da da)
Da da da
Da da
Da da (da da da)
Da da da
Da da
Can I come over
Stop by (come over)
See you (come over)
See you hey
Said can I come over (for
‘cause Cinderella got a claim on your golden shoe
Bop-bop-bop-bop-ba-da-bop, Bop-bop-bop-bop, who?
Bop-bop-bop-bop-ba-da-bop, Bop-bop-bop, I got you
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