[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Mhm, mhm
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I feel like the champion, 'cause I am one
I used to be up in the streets, posted up with my bro, he had his hand on his handgun
Watchin’ Nickelodeon everyday while we turn the opps' mans into phantoms
Word to Danny Phantom, I'm young, rich and handsome
I ball on these niggas like AND1, ayy
Me and Cordae started from the bottom
Different paths but we met at a certain point
The first tour that we put together went crazy
And we just recorded a real lyrical joint
I been killin’ all this shit since a lil' boy
I'm still a lil' kid but I'm a grown man
20 years old, I'm my own man
Free my brother locked up, hе in the can
None of my niggas nevеr gave a damn
In school, the teachers tried to make us cram
But I could never understand the information
Still smarter than my class, bitch, you can check my placements
I'm an addict in the attic, serving in the basement
I'ma shake the whole world, whole worlds’ a Haitian
Give a fuck what you sayin’, I'm sick of waitin’
I never been a doctor, I never had the patience
But a nigga still amazin', I been stargazin'
Every days different, still on the same shit even though I'm changed
I’ma pull up on his block like a gun range
But if you die in this life, you won't come back
So in reality, this life is not a gun game
I'm goin' crazy, boy, I'm harder than some Balmain's
I'm goin' harder than the denim on my Balmain's
Then again I'm still true to my religion, rockin' True Religion
I come back like what the fuck have you niggas been missin'?
I'm UFC with this Glock, put you in a submission
I don't fuck with pussies but I tend to beat up all the kittens
I'm a balloholic, alcoholic, superstar-dom
I protect myself just like I got a condom
Boy, snakes in the grass, no Anaconda
I'ma serve the streets like cilantro, I gotta
If the lights on, I'ma keep 'em on
And if the lights off, they won't be off for long
'Cause me and my bros gon' hit the streets
And serve crack to the moms and all our enemies
I've been tryna get this cash for a minute
I'ma-I'ma pull her hair when I hit it
I'ma-I'ma do this when I hit it
They betray me, they just Judas, sick of these niggas
I don't really got time, so I get rid of these niggas
In school, I couldn't focus, so they tried to get me Ritalin
Sometimes I compare myself to 50 Cent
'Cause they set me up, many men wish death upon me
Yeah-yeah, many men wish death upon me
I pull it out, cock it back, up that heat
Then make them run like Usain Bolt at a track meet
I'm flexin' on these niggas just like an athlete
I add the money up quickly just like a math geek
You can't pass me, nobody can surpass me
I done surpa—, come on
Mhm, mhm
[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I feel like the champion, 'cause I am one
I used to be up in the streets, posted up with my bro, he had his hand on his handgun
Watchin’ Nickelodeon everyday while we turn the opps' mans into phantoms
Word to Danny Phantom, I'm young, rich and handsome
I ball on these niggas like AND1, ayy
Me and Cordae started from the bottom
Different paths but we met at a certain point
The first tour that we put together went crazy
And we just recorded a real lyrical joint
I been killin’ all this shit since a lil' boy
I'm still a lil' kid but I'm a grown man
20 years old, I'm my own man
Free my brother locked up, hе in the can
None of my niggas nevеr gave a damn
In school, the teachers tried to make us cram
But I could never understand the information
Still smarter than my class, bitch, you can check my placements
I'm an addict in the attic, serving in the basement
I'ma shake the whole world, whole worlds’ a Haitian
Give a fuck what you sayin’, I'm sick of waitin’
I never been a doctor, I never had the patience
But a nigga still amazin', I been stargazin'
Every days different, still on the same shit even though I'm changed
I’ma pull up on his block like a gun range
But if you die in this life, you won't come back
So in reality, this life is not a gun game
I'm goin' crazy, boy, I'm harder than some Balmain's
I'm goin' harder than the denim on my Balmain's
Then again I'm still true to my religion, rockin' True Religion
I come back like what the fuck have you niggas been missin'?
I'm UFC with this Glock, put you in a submission
I don't fuck with pussies but I tend to beat up all the kittens
I'm a balloholic, alcoholic, superstar-dom
I protect myself just like I got a condom
Boy, snakes in the grass, no Anaconda
I'ma serve the streets like cilantro, I gotta
If the lights on, I'ma keep 'em on
And if the lights off, they won't be off for long
'Cause me and my bros gon' hit the streets
And serve crack to the moms and all our enemies
I've been tryna get this cash for a minute
I'ma-I'ma pull her hair when I hit it
I'ma-I'ma do this when I hit it
They betray me, they just Judas, sick of these niggas
I don't really got time, so I get rid of these niggas
In school, I couldn't focus, so they tried to get me Ritalin
Sometimes I compare myself to 50 Cent
'Cause they set me up, many men wish death upon me
Yeah-yeah, many men wish death upon me
I pull it out, cock it back, up that heat
Then make them run like Usain Bolt at a track meet
I'm flexin' on these niggas just like an athlete
I add the money up quickly just like a math geek
You can't pass me, nobody can surpass me
I done surpa—, come on
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