Shit Uh, it's been a long time comin' But I'm still here Everybody talking 'bout they numb or something (wait) Can you feel hell All this fake shit around me is this some real hell? All this sober shit around me is there some pills hell? For real, I need to know I need to know My mama tell me that I need to let 'em go She say the syrup in these pills finna kill me But sometimes I think it brings out the real me Sometimes I think it brings out the concealed me Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me So what happens when the real meets the real What happens when Juice meets the pills Uh-uh-uh, yeah Westwood shit I'm up in London Gettin' it bussin' Ain't no disscusion, run up on me then I'm drummin' My choppa sick or something Like it was drunk I up it it'd start to vomit (ooh) That's a bar Lookin' at my watch like that's a star (huh) Lookin' at my spaceship like that's a car (huh) Lookin' at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah In 2016 I was poppin' them Xannies Now I'm in Percies Lastin' forever in [?] Run up on me goin' harder than granny Sit down muhfucker 'cause I know you can't stand it Outlandish, I'm gorilla in the mesh You just a Kung Fu Panda I ain't sippin' clean nothin', this some dirty Fanta With a bitch on my lap like my first name Santa You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O'Lantern, uh VVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you gon' kiss it like a Mafia king I'm a boss, that's a Mafia thing 808 my chopper that's a Mafia thing, yeah, uh Yeah, I did it Mom, I made it From goin' to physics class, to Tourin' the world, shittin' on everybody, the world is my potty I'm shitting on every possy And I don't even got a team like that I aim with my eye, I don't need a beam like that Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that Make you march like Martin Luther King, in fact I'm blacked, and excellent I'm shittin' on these niggas, this is a excrement I rapped on another beat that's some extra shit You niggas gon' have to deal with the mess of it I thought I told yo' ass not to mess wit' it I see this shit before I say it, telepathy It's like I talk to my conscious, I say what it's tellin' me Anything besides money, eh, it's kinda irrelevant I can't focus without codeine, my medicine I sip it until I'm slurrin' and spittin' impediments I'm ballin' to the point where I think I need a Letterman Westwood at the gates of London, he just had to let 'em in I'm here, spazzin' on every single track he pass You run up, I leave you leakin' on a maxipad I'm ballin', hard, these other niggas on the bench I swear, they need to stay where they at Nigga, I'm takin' over the world, a map for a map I'm off of a ecstasy pill, that's a flat for a flat I'm up to bat, throw a fastball, it's a hit I hit a lick, then I hit a hit on yo' bitch I don't miss Listen, I heard yo' bitch on my hitlist I hit that bitch, then I'm dippin' You run up on me, I'm shootin' That choppa on me is spittin' My wordplay is amazing My flow is so brazy (huh) I'm shakin' shit up like I said, no Haiti This is freestyle shit, it's authentic My flow, it burns niggas Careers is arsenic (uh) My flow badder than bad women I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon Yo' sins ain't forgivin' I'm the rap god, call me Juice Allah Did I take it too far? Did I take two bars, to get on Mars? To more like [?] (hold on) I got a little tongue twisted, but I'm still gifted Still spittin', still rippin' writtens This premonition is really killin' it And these niggas ain't shit But Civics, me I'm Bentley Get it, bitch Don't you forget it The shit that you talking, I really lived it (uh) I sold my soul then bought it back, I finessed 'em (uh) You run up on me, choppa holy it'll bless 'em (uh) He talking stupid 'till they shoot him, that's my weapon (uh) I got a couple of bars I could spit Maybe I'll just use 'em in this shit Or maybe I'll just use 'em in a skit My first guess, they wanted shit My next project, it's gon' be harder My arm in the rim, really, I feel like Vince Carter I'm at yo' head nigga, I feel like a barber You on the bench nigga, and I am a starter I die for my shit nigga, feel like I'm a martyr My shit's off the charts You run up, that's okay you catch a hole to your heart I put that on my life, and that shit come from the heart I'm freestyling on live, that's how it is Yo' bitch swallow the kids She up in my crib, I'm tellin' you how it is Man, this rap shit serious like XM (huh) I ex them (huh) I fuck the bitch that he's next to (uh) She hangin' out, fuck her curfew (uh) You my son, lil' nigga I birthed you But I shine, like the pair of them church shoes I ain't been to church in a long time, 'cause they all lies All the legends, where they at? They all die Well, I don't wanna be a legend up in my prime But, I know it's still prime time Stars, how I shine When they align with the planet, you know some shit is goin' on I transform like Omegatron, when my favourite song is on Fuckin' that bitch like the Ramadan Man, I spit shit So cool I breakdance shit like the old school I'm never runnin' out of energy, I'm a suspect grippin' this [?] vicinity Try me if you want, 'cause I swear it's not gon' end cool I'ma prolly pull up to your cruel like, "Where the fuck is you" Cock it back and then I shoot W-W-W, I can't lose Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago That's all that I know Shout out to my kinfolk, they know I'm totin' ammo In the streets they call me Rambo, ain't no peace where I'm from But these pieces, we tote 'em, you run up on me it's over Like a cig, we gon' smoke 'em I put yo' ass in a coma Smokin' kush, this aroma, leave yo' ass in a coma Ballin' out like I'm Odom before the crack, don't you get it? Spittin' crack on these niggas, define niggas like physics Shut the fuck up and listen, I'm ballin' hard like a Piston Nigga this shit's enlisted just like a army lil' nigga I swear to god I'm invincible you can't harm me lil' nigga, yeah I'm talkin' to you I sent you my address a couple weeks ago, you ain't come through 'Cause you know we was gon' leave yo' ass dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe Haha, I talk a lotta shit But it all means somethingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
