Lyrics:
Or Juvenile, the juice is out, I spill on thy grave
Pop, lock and drop it, put it in, issa deposit
Hold my chalice, y'all two wishing bad like going to college
Sea for Emgodz
I'm walking with the highest level of insanity
My mind has refused to gimme clarity
So I wander about in it like a whole new entity
came from
The Feds picked a couple niggas up
Now, we duckin' them Feds now
It's hard to come by some Activis
Now we drinkin' that red now
Cocaine all
I won, fuck you talking bout, yup it's ball game
If you down with the game, gotta go with the glow
Look at the time, I'm late for my show
Yea I had
moves I never fake
But every time I blink at night all I see is snakes
And I'm alone
Trapped in this trife life zone
But Fuck it, y'know I'm turning
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
shit together, I ain't jivin' you
I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do, ya know
It's Juvenile from cross the street by
a sucker MC
want to bite the style, it's juvenile
They don't understand I'm the +Jewel of the Nile+
By the right or the write of penpal
No problem
as a juvenile
All you do is follow trends, how the fuck do you have style
We was in the trenches, cheffing up like it was Mr. Chow's
We selling cookie like a bake
By the seventh song
It’s like da ending of The Departed
Lyrics is retarded
Compared to any artist
Score to my life is crazy
Film by Martin Scorsese
in couple of weeks man
YouknowI'msayin'
[It's popin' man]
It's cool yo fuck that
[It's popin' out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I'm
friends!
Fuck me with the lights off, so you can think about your man
We'd kill each other for this shit, your neck is in my hands
Girl, I just want it all
All this gun violence by juveniles, it's getting wild
End of the song
Coming up, Mama
I just wanted to make this song to say I love you
I value you,
All this gun violence by juveniles, it's getting wild
End of the song
Coming up, Mama
I just wanted to make this song to say I love you
I value you,
Like I'm saving it for marriage
Million dollar sex
I fuck on Billion dollar tricks
Name ya fav rapper I can scratch em Off my list
Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time
Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time
Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time
I'm
to all, if the only way you could be tall
Is for everyone to be stuck on they knee
Then fuck it, you small, you wack or you weak
It ain't no explanation
a check
I put it down gimme my respect
No need for friends I want all the smoke
I was born number 10 that's why I'm the Goat
I'm outta my body
I'm drinking
living NASCAR fast, huh?
Don't talk just buy that bag, huh
Bought that bag and get that ass, huh
She fuck with niggas by the plug (by the plug)
She got
Hey
It's me, I know you got a lot of questions asking, just meet me where we always meet and I'll answer them for you
Ta da da da da da da da da
Ta
Had your chance, how the fuck you blow it?
He pump faked tryna be heroic
Off the dome, would've thought I wrote it
Masked up like I'm still in
juvenile, locked up for robbery
Fuck what you talkin' bout, I won't acknowledge it
Lit up some Za, that shit came with a opp in it
Fire on my hip, bet
No more waterfalls No more crying bout the past, girl, just get it lost
You want Birkin different colors, girl fuck the cost
You just got communicate
so juvenile
(But that's just a fantasy away
Only just a sweet fantasy away)
My eyes crack open to the dark of night
To an empty bed, you're not by my
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