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Intro: Tim Westwood & Juice WRLD
Yo, it's TimWestwoodTV, up at Capital Xtra
Got my man Juice WRLD in the building
It's time to shut down the city again
Last freestyle: epic, crazy numbers, biggest freestyle of the year
We're about to go in
This time, nothing but Eminem beats
Understand what's about to go down:
The next hour, the world is yours, let's do it
It's live? Already?
Cool, uh-huh
I'm back on Westwood, bitch
Huh
Verse 1
Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married to the game, I'ma need a ring
Run up on me, that chopper sing
Brand new bitch, that's a brand new ting
Broke up with my bitch, now she my side bitch
Text me on my side-kick, huh, yeah
She gon' keep the strap in her purse like a dyke bitch
Run up, she fire shit, uh, yeah
Nigga, just lose it, niggas be faker than optical illusions
Run up on me, that chopper skip to conclusions
I don't give a fuck with your bitch, I'ma do her
Paul Wall with her, I'ma chop her and screw her, uh
Brand new money
Run up on me, chopper hoppin' like a bunny
I don't walk it, I run it, keep it one hundred
Headshot, headshot, drive-by in a Hummer, Goddamn
Just lose it, uh
Make love then make music, uh
Run up, chopper do 'em
Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It," uh
Off of the top, I be kickin' it
Hop on my dick like a frog, you be ribbitin', uh
Look at the way I be rippin' it, drillin' 'em
Like I be full of adrenaline, uh
Sick of the Percs, I'ma put them down, huh
Run up on me, that chopper marry your ass like you got a gown on
Guess you a pussy now, huh?
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, guess you a pussy now, uh
Keep this beat goin', mhm
I'ma spazz for a second
I'ma get up on they ass for a second
Chopper on me, it's gon' blast for a second
I'ma shoot him in his ass, I'm reckless
Do it big like football, Texas
I'ma ball out like the Texans
Bitches pay me like taxes
On the mattress, hittin' backflips
Ride me, carpet, Aladdin
Outerspace, boolin' on Saturn
Give a fuck what you say, I don't really care about nothin' but the money I manage
Hoes on me, they wanna fuck too, though
Outerspace, I been poolin' on Pluto
Bad bitch, huh
Hot like a motherfucker hit the bitch up in June, woah, ayy, ayy
Summertime sadness
Off the Xan', tryna figure out what's up though
Bad bitch, uh, tryna fuck though
Keep it on the low, I don't wanna know, ho
VVS on my wrist, no snowglobe
Incredibles, feelin' like Frozone
I'ma probably put dick in your ho dome, uh-huh, uh-huh
In your ho's home, uh-huh, uh-huh
I been rappin' all day, that's normal though
I'm an alien, goddamn, an abnormal ho
Pull up on 'em, chopper make it rainstormin', ho
Hot like a motherfuckin' global warmin', ho
Then again, I'm colder than a freezer
Fuck your bitch, I'll leave her
Dragon Ball, Frieza
Pull up on the scene, my chopper got a fever
Hand on my heater, kick it like FIFA, uh, yeah
Hot like a Cheeto, fast like a cheetah
Run up, I get 'em, uh, yeah
Choppa like Jesse White the way I up the bitch and it flip 'em, uh, yeah
Spazz on they ass all day though
I was in the cut killin' people like Tadoe
World in my hands, I'ma treat it like Play-Doh
I'm full of shit, I'm a rich ass a-hole, huh
Yeah, just lose it, uh-huh, uh-huh-huh, just lose it
Bad bitch, look, the fuck are you doing?
If you ain't gettin' naked then I'm not gon' screw it, uh-huh, uh
Just lose it
Don't make love, make music
Huh, just lose it, uh
Don't make love, make music, huh
Pill pop, molly in the party
Bad bitch wanna fuck, I got off the Bacardi
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em, chopper crackin' like Pilates
I ain't ever give a fuck, motherfucker, catch a body
I was in the cut with a bitch from Tacoma
Smoking on pack, you can smell the aroma
Young ass nigga but they think that I'm older
Hachoo, bless you, my flow too colder
World on my shoulders, feel like a boulder
Run up on me, I told you that it's over
Chopper get to doin' motherfuckers like it's homework
Clip stickin' out like a motherfuckin' boner
This is my flow, it's not a motherfucking loaner
Only one of me, ain't no motherfucking cloners
Ballin' on these hoes like Adrian, Adrian
Knock 'em out, lil' nigga, like Adrien Broner, uh
Look at the way that I ball on these hoes
In the back of the club, mm, mm
I got blue faces up in my pockets, I'm not throwin' no dubs, mhm
Heart out my chest, I put that in the grave
I ain't showin' no love, mhm
I am not talkin' 'bout snails, shoot like Tony Snell with slugs, mhm
Yeah, spazz, I'ma spazz on they ass
Uh, leave a nigga in the past
Uh, do it for the quick cash
Uh, it's a big ass gun
Mm, so you better get back
Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby, I don't think you could fix that
Uh, haha, yeah
Old broke-ass nigga
Hit the bitch from the back, that's a no ask, nigga
Huh, already know, ass-nigga
Run up on me, chopper on me, I'ma blow, ass-nigga
Walk around like I don't even know that nigga
Boppin' on the bitch like Kodak, nigga
Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga
Haha, hahahaha
Bro, I said, "Up, down, left, right, cheat code that nigga," boy
That mean I got cheat codes
Guns sing like the leader of the Glee show
BAPE on the cape, no, I'm not a hero
VVS cold, no subzero
Gettin' money like Robert De Niro
Fuck with me, you get jacked like Sparrow
I'll put you out your sorrow
You won't live to see tomorrow
Shootin' your Monte Carlo up
My shoes, they cost your car note
I am not tryna brag, but you know I got the quatros
The pesos, anana, nn-nana, hahaha
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Verse 2
999, 999, uh
999, uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh-nuh-nuh
We on the Eminem wave today
Last time I was here, I rapped for an hour
A fucking hour
Uh, ain't no competition, I'm not worried
.30 on me, Stephen Curry
Sippin' dirty with a bitch that give me head just like she nerdy
I been shootin', Larry Birdy
In that bitch like a surgeon
Put my dick in her throat, she get to regurgitatin', uh, hahaha
Ignorant, yes, that's me, uh
Catch a nigga like a taxi
Usain Bolt, run this shit just like a track meet, uh
Flexin' up on 'em like an athlete, mm
Fuck nigga, you cannot surpass me, uh
That's your bitch, well why is Juice WRLD tatted all over her ass cheek, ya dig? Ha
Verse 3
Ooh, yeah, that's what—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My name is
I said hi, my name is gun, I'm aiming
These niggas are ass, anus
.40 aimin', leave 'em brainless
Tote my stainless, fuck is you sayin'?
I'ma dye my hair blonde, Super Saiyan
Ruthless with this gun, shoot it, slayin'
Sprayin', leave 'em on the pavement
Jackie Chan kush, bitch, I'm feeling like an Asian
Asian persuasion
Run up, then I'm blazing
In this fucking Bathing Ape blazer, amazing
I'm up in that new thang
Feeling like I'm Bruce Wayne
Kickin' shit like Liu Kang
Sicker than some flu game
Jordan on me, flu game, nigga
Sixty points on 'em on that flu game, nigga
Look at the way that I do thangs
I'm with my clan like Wu-Tang, every day we hustling
Want a Lamborghini, remember dreamin' about a Mustang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Now I'm 'bout my next thang
Blue face in my pocket, I ain't worried 'bout no chump change
I can hit your block and then I turn it to a gun range
Call of Duty closet, boy, that shit look like a gun game
I just had to dread my hair because I couldn't maintain
Now a nigga wildin', feeling like a rasta
Choppa like guitar, get to strummin' like a rockstar
I'm sipping lean out the cup, I'm such a Wockstar
I put this .40 to your head and then I pop it
I'm so violent, chopper with a silence
Optimus Primin'
Transform on your ho to fuck her for perfect timing
Rollie change colors like the climate
Diamonds on my neck, best believe them bitches shining
I left my chains at the hotel, I hate jewelry
I wear it just so I can participate in the foolery
You got a problem with me? I'ma pull up with this chopper
I'll shoot you and your father, put an end to your eulogy, uh
Clip hold a hundred, kinda like a centipede
Twenty-one left in that Glock, I'll shoot it out the century
I'm schooling niggas like it's fucking Elementary
Prolly fucking these bitches and fucking 'em up mentally
Now, that's just me
Verse 4
Westwood, you know we gettin' cash, right?
Bad bitch, she gon' shake her ass, right?
I'm like, "Damn baby, where you from?
What's your name? You familiar, did I meet you in a past life?"
I can give you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right, uh
I'ma throw you all this money if you act right
Then again I ain't paying for pussy, you rookie
Chopper on my hip and it's shootin', mm, mm
Ho, chopper on my hip and it's bad like Meagan Good
Bad little bitch, she gon' give me all of her cookies
Bad little bitch and she thick, looking like Snooki
Got a problem with me, I'ma shoot it like a movie, uh
That's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I've never been a Wiz
This is grown man shit, this is not for little kids
Even though I'm going hard like a nigga Little Bill
Got the molly in the drink, I'ma crack a seal
Run up on me, you get popped like I'm poppin' all the pills
Spazzin' on every track, I battlerap
Anyone that's gon' battlerap, come battle that
I feel like Shaquille O'Neal when I shoot
Chopper gon' break the glass, ratatat
I don't got time for snakes, no time for rats
I'm smoking pack, I'm selling crack, bring it back
Run up on me, cool, that chopper on me get you clapped
Matter of fact, I don't know how to act
I'm a real-ass nigga, drill-ass nigga
Go-and-pop-a-pill-ass nigga, real-ass nigga
Fuck how you feel, lil' nigga, I'm real, lil' nigga
I'm sick, I'm ill, lil' nigga, for real, lil' nigga, uh
Freestyle off the dome, kickin' it for real
In the cut totin' my steel like Keel
If you don't kill the motherfucker, fuck it, I will
You better start writing your will, for real
I'm real Juice, yes, I'm the real Juice
You can get juiced up, you fuckin' with me, uh
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Won't the real Juice WRLD please stand up?
Someone bring all the real Xans out
This fentanyl shit got me layin' on the couch
Like, what the fuck is all these fake pills about?
What the fuck is all these fake thrills about?
R.I.P. to X, R.I.P. to Peep
R.I.P. to Mac, R.I.P. the beats
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to anybody that want beef
R.I.P. to all the niggas died in the street
R.I.P. to all the niggas died, rest in peace
Only thing I can't say is R.I.P. me
'Cause I'ma live forever, I put that on my life, B, uh
Flow go crazy
For niggas that's boolin' red, my flow go brazy
Shake like Haiti
Choppa on me, give your ass a plate
I don't give a fuck, I may just fuck your bitch today
Young nigga and I'm feelin' rich today
Scratch him off, lil' lotto, no quick pick today
Burn a nigga like Jamaicans and incense today
Been the realest nigga since an infant, okay, uh
On these Eminem beats, I'm a beast
From the west to the east, I'm a freak in the sheets
Got your bitch and she got a real badass physique
I'ma fuck her one time while you beatin' your meat
Haha, hahaha
Verse 5
Spazzin' on this Westwood shit, though
Uh
Nicotine is cancerous, kinda like my flow
My gun is a thotty, kinda like your ho
Pull up on the scene, chopper on me, woah
I get more head than some fuckin' frontal lobe
Gotta let you know she gon' dance, Gigolo
I'm a nigga, Jigaboo
With some money, with some dough
Ballin' on these hoes like a motherfucking pro
Run up on me, chopper on me and it's down to blow
Spazzin' on they ass like every track that Westwood put on
Look at all my niggas, how I'm finna put on
R.I.P. to all my niggas that is gone
Promise you that I'ma let your name live on
Tatted on my face? Nah
Tatted on my neck? Yeah
Tatted on my chest? Nah
Tatted on my wrist? Yeah
Triple 9 like wrist slit
I could fuck a rich bitch
I feel like a rich bitch, probably 'cause I'm rich, bitch
I feel like I'm Rick James
Run up on me, chopper hit your ass like, "Okay"
Black bullets hit your fuckin' body like Luke Cage, huh
It's a motherfuckin' outrage, nigga
These niggas make me mad thinking they can compete
I swear to God, they flow ain't nothin' to me
But Juice WRLD 999, he's something to see
It's so hard when he rap that it's make-believe
"He can't be freestylin' that shit for real, he be writing it"
Nah, this off the dome, I do it to be excitin'
I feel like a Buddha or somethin', my flow is enlightening
But I'm not with that folly shit
Pop it like an ollie, bitch
I was off the molly in a party with a bitch that's acting faker than a Barbie, kid
Run up, you get grilled just like a Que, ain't talking barbe', kid
I'm the type to top-, oof, hold on watch this
Chopper on my side, it's 'bout the size of a hockey
Shit, I shoot it in your brain and see your thoughts, psychologist
I been goin' harder than the hardest
Put my arm up in the rim, I feel like Vince, I feel like Carter
I been ballin' like a starter
Put my dick inside your daughter
Matter of fact, bitch, I'm your father
Niggas thinkin' that they gettin' it, but I'm tellin' 'em, "Why bother?"
Make him disappear like Potter
I swear to God I was whippin' all this crack up in this pot
I'm making music for the problems
Yeah, I'm making music for the problems, yeah
I'm known to make hits, take bitches and take pills
I make thrills, chase thrills and make mills
I eat meals and chill out with my bro
Chris Mills, we pop willy like Meek Mills
I'm in the cut gettin' head from a bitch
After that she could be dead, I wouldn't give a fuck
She get on her knees and it's ironic that she get on her knees so Juice WRLD could live it up
That bitch said that she ready to give it up
I said, "Pull your panties down, baby, the jig is up"
I seen a bunch of crack pipes and cigarettes
I ain't wanna fuck her, no way, serve to her mother, bruh
Huh, that's word to your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably puttin' dick in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably putting shit in your mom
If you looking for me I'm probably tryna sniff with your mom, huh
I feel like the bomb, Osam'
You ain't on shit, nigga, really, dot com
You don't really know the shit that I'm on
You don't really know this spliff, my mind gone
Verse 6
Hi kids, do you like? Uh, huh
Look, mhm
Hi kids, do you like Oxy?
Do you wanna get it poppin' like a molly? Prolly
Rockstar, lookin' up to Chief Keef and Ozzy
Bombing like a motherfucking kamikaze
Hit him in his face with the chopper, sorry
That bitch finna sing like an opera, Harley
I'ma box him out, left, right, I feel like Ali
I'ma play your bitch like her first name Atari
I'ma grill the pussy like it's fresh calamari
Try me if you want, that chopper on me get to killin'
Blood all on the floor, you know that shit just got to spillin'
I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm such an evil villain
Louis V 'Preme on my shirt cost ten bands
Pull up on the scene, chopper hit you and your best friend
Married to the money even though I am the best man
She hold my dick like a mic she was testin'
It's time to spazz on a track, that's what I do, uh-uh
Gun sing like Erykah Badu, uh-huh
Throw your body in the bottom of the bayou
So rich, motherfucker, I could buy you
Don't try me, but nigga, I will try you
I hope your ass ready to die, dude
Choppa on me, leave your mama traumatized, dude
Like a bunch of chicken, you will get fried, ooh
I'm from Chicago where niggas don't live to see 20
But then again I made it out and got a lot of money
I'm 19, I got a couple fucking months left
My birthday December second
So please don't step in my motherfucking direction
'Cause if I feel threatened, I'm upping a Smith & Wesson
I put it to your face, best believe I'ma get it bustin'
I'm spazzing on a track, got an AK like a Russian
I hit you in your head like a motherfucking concussion
I've been causing combustion
Something-ness out of nothing
Twenty-three in my Glock, I said it the last time I was on the Westwood
Twenty-three in my Glock, boy, shooting like Jumpman, Jumpman, uh-huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that I fucked your bitch in the shower that's fine, huh
I rapped for a hour last time
After that, I fucked your auntie in the shower, that's fine
I fucked your auntie then your mother
Then I put a fucking bullet hole right up in your uncle
I got the fucking ball and I refuse to fucking fumble
I'm confident as fuck, I'm really tired of being humble
These niggas really thinking that they better but they not, though
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tachos
You know I get, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
He say he want beef, I got them shells, let's make some tacos
He say he get cheese, I get cheese, that shit is not yours
I get cheese like nachos, uh-huh
That chopper on my hip, you run up, I'ma give you quanthro
I shoot through your Monte Carlo, uh, haha
On my shoes is your car note
You get scanned like a bar-code
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Verse 7
Eminem is like, "I'm cancerous
Diss, you wouldn't want to answer this
Responded back, battle rap, wrote for Canibus"
Shout-out Em, man
Spazz on some of the racks, oh, mm
Pockets fat, you know I got the racks on
Clothes still got the tags on
Boast on a nigga, I'ma brag, um
I'm feeling like the champion
Different approach on this beat
I feel like the best if you askin' me
I'm balling on these hoes like an athlete
I don't think anyone gon' come better after me
Look at the way I spazz, this is off the top, looking like a wave cap Choppa with the mags, shoot you in your ass
Leave you in the past
Memory in the past, now it's getting to the cash
Freestyle flows, I don't write it, nuh-uh
Off the top, tryna kick it and I hope I don't jag
Bad little bitch in the back of a Benz
I'ma probably get behind it and hit it from the back
Gotta tune in and kill shit every day, ho
Pull up on the scene, chopper give you a halo
World in my hands and I treat it like Play-Doh
I love Xbox but I really don't play, ho
I'm on to the next shit, I'm on to the next cash
I'm smoking on the best kush, rollin' the best gas
Pull up in a black Benz, I do not fuck with Jags
You know what's up, nigga
Your bitch gon' fuck, nigga
I'm sippin', lean inside my cup, ain't Robituss', nigga
Ain't with that tussling shit, my chopper tussle for me
I promise you I'm a bully, I keep on getting money
These niggas walk it, they walk it, I told 'em that I run it
I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a nigga coming
I'm kicking it off the dome, that's how a nigga boming
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit
I'm drinking Henny with pills, you know a nigga vomit
Listen to the way I spazz
I'ma kill 'em, put 'em in a body bag, maybe even a body cast
Sick of all the Percocets, where the fuck the molly at?
Ran a train up on your mom, she looking for trolly
Get it popping like it's Tony Hawk, ain't talking 'bout an ollie
Yeah, but I may just pop an ollie
Used to skate in the hallways every Friday
Huh, get it poppin' like an ollie
I remember I was sitting in my basement
Thinking 'bout the clothes that I can't get
Look at me now, I'm up right now
A nigga still got the nerve to say I'm up next
Three times platinum on a song, beat that
I'm the best motherfucker, defeat that
I ain't— hoo
I turned my phone off 'cause I don't really want no motherfuckin' feedback
I got a fucking bad bitch where my feet at
And a bunch of, mm, ha
I'm tryna body this beat, boy
Hahahaha, shit
Verse 8
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in London, I'm home
Feel like it's my second home
This is where Juice WRLD roams
I feel like it's my second, uh
I'm the best wit' it, quick witted
I kill niggas, I switch clips
Same way I end sentences, nigga, I'm so relentless
Pull up on the scene, my chopper just like a pencil, lead
Shoot him in the head, motherfucker
A couple times, he gon' be dead, motherfucker
Now his mom calling to the feds, motherfucker
"Look at my son laying in the bed," motherfucker
Ran up in his crib like the repo' man
I gave his bitch wood like a Home Depot, man, huh
Chopper on my hip just like a Pringles can
Desert Eagle on my hip like I'm a Eagles fan
I'm the type to kill all your people, man
I'm not good, hell nah, I'm an evil man
I'm above y'all, we are not equal, man
Before and after, prequel and the sequel, man
I'ma be here for a long ass time
You think you better than me then you lost your mind
I'm Stevie Wonder with it, I will rob you blind
I'm looking for the answers that they can't find
I came to Westwood to spit some facts, motherfucker
I came to Westwood to spit some crack, motherfucker
I came to Westwood to get it back, motherfucker
Your bitch is over here, I hit it like— oof
Your bitch is over here, I hit it like, ooh
I pulled up in a Ghost, peekaboo, the new coupe
You got a problem, that's okay, I got the gun, ooh
Rich nigga, probably could fuck up on the principal
I give a fuck about the principles, gotta seal lock the envelope
I feel like I'm Travis Scott 'cause I'm doper than all the antidote
That bitch is on my dick, I'ma put it in her, you know she trope
I'ma put it in her, you know she choke
I don't got they time for the trolls
I could put that shit up on my soul
Run up on me, chopper hit you in your face like it's over with
I'm sicker than a nigga with a cold and shit
These niggas old as fuck, they got mold and shit
I really wanna give them my condolences
To tell them that it's over and to let the new niggas prosper
How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father
How you my father? Nigga, I'm your father
Sayin' you my father, nigga, why bother?
I don't got no father, nigga, I'm harder without a father
I put that on your daughter
Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Verse 9
Uh-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na
That was his flow on this song, right?
*mumbling*
Tour bus full of bottles and models and bitches who swallow
Got guns full of hollows, put you out your sorrow
I'm rappin' on Eminem beats 'cause I follow the leaders
That nigga's a beast
I feel like a monster or maybe a goblin
A straight Jeffrey Dahmer, put dick in your mama
Neck like a ostrich, I'm fly, fuck a copper
Can't judge me at all, put the Johnnie to Cochran
My flow brazy, it's crazy, insane
And the fact that I made it, these fuck niggas hatin' it
I remember playin' this game in my basement
Sayin' I would make it and fuckin' complainin'
Mama on the link, car, food, and the fridge
But we was still strugglin', ballin', triple-doublin'
Damn near had two jobs, tryna keep up
Worked at my school just so I could stay up in there, uh
Now I gotta bless her, now I gotta bless her
Now I gotta fuck on a bitch named Vanessa
Her chest the best, huh, her breasts the best, uh
Now I'm ballin', next up, now I'm ballin', next up
This shit'll upset, I'm fuckin' the world like it's rough sex
Got head from a white bitch, I call it a roughneck
I'm ball on these bitches like Rucker or somethin'
Money makin', rich motherfucker or somethin'
My flow is crazy, it's brazy
I told you, you run up then you will get cranked like a soldier
Make like composers, I promise it's over
Everything but sober, I do her like homework
Niggas think they in it but they not
They been trippin', catch 'em slippin', I'ma shoot 'em with the Glock
I been ballin' like a Piston, shit, I do this shit a lot
All this shit is really all a part of my evil plot
This is world domination, triple 9 in this bitch
Chiropractor with the chopper, break your spine when it hit
I been ballin' like I'm Kobe or LeBron in this bitch
Matter fact, I'm feelin' like I'm in my prime in this bitch
This shit finna do numbers on YouTube, trust me
Hoes gon' love me, they all wanna fuck me
Even if I'm ugly, I know I'm not ugly
I been movin' around too much, trust me
Chopper on my hip with a clover on it, lucky
My chopper like a thotty, I pull it out, it's busting
I really don't got time for none of the discuss-ting
I promise all I'm smoking all this pack, super musty
Off of the dome
This shit comin' off of the dome
And I'm comin' all for your domes
This shit comin' off of the dome
I make hits and take shits on these niggas that think that they better than me, but they not, go figure
Keep the Tommy in my Tommy, lil' nigga, Hilfigers
I'ma ball, I'ma swish, lil' nigga
I remember smoking swishers with my brother and now it's backwoods
Run up on me, chopper hit you and leave you in backwoods
If you lookin' for me then I'm probably up to no good
Runnin' through your hood with probably some more goods
Water whippin' in the kitchen, flippin' it like chicken
Run up, chopper hit him, put him into su-submission
Don't give a fuck about niggas, neither, or bitches
I promise you I'm only focused on gettin' them riches
You see it, believe it, white Justin Bieber
My swag super hot like I caught me a fever
Bring the house down like Queen, no Latifah
You'll get smoked like a blunt, no Khalifa
Boolin' on top with a thot from the block
Give me top, you get hit with the Glock
All my niggas get money, best believe it or not
Run up on me, leave you shot
Best believe I'm on top
Juice WRLD like Pac, shoutout 2Pac
Without him I wouldn't be here, believe it or not
Shoutout to Eminem, same situation
I been makin' all this money, I been money-makin'
I been soul snatchin', I been life takin'
They think I sold my soul, nigga, I was just playin'
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin'
I just got this shit on my own, nigga, I'm just sayin'
My flow is so intricate, intimate, killin' 'em, really I'm ripping it
Focused like Ritalin, nigga, you get it, don't get it
Forget me, lil' nigga
Proactively poppin' like zits, lil' nigga
On Westwood boolin', back smokin' pack
With a bitch rollin' 'thrax for me
'Cause I don't know how to roll Backwoods
But it's all good, I'ma get my shit back
Ridin' up, like a pimp, lil' nigga, you get your shit slapped, nigga
Just like slick back, nigga
Break you off like a candy, nigga, no KitKat, nigga
All my niggas get money, best to believe that, nigga
Over-chieve all the niggas, overachieve that nigga
They lookin' at me like, "How we gon' overachieve that nigga?
He 19, he went three times platinum
He wrote that song in twenty minutes, he just started rapping"
Nah, I been makin' it happen, huh
Ahahaha
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