Lyrics:
vile
Treated me like I was juvenile
Expected of me to stand by and sit idle
You stuck it to me when I was feeling hostile
You were seeing other men
back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous
promise I'll stand still until the feeling is gone
And if I slip and bust it's cause we must be doing it wrong
Oh by the way
If you happen to meet
Memorial
From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria
If you don't like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then
I'll be on a private island, vibin'
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
don't be basic, said you bout it (mmm)
Big whip it's spacious got a bad bitch giving knowledge (bhad)
Keep a lil basic bitch trash personality (yeauh)
mistakes don't define you
They don't dictate where you headin', they remind you
That time keeps tickin', let your mind keep clickin'
Never stop thinkin', be
on the rise are the fares of liars
Do you really fall to your knees?
Sinking down lower
How deep is your layer
Would you be a liar
Denying your depth
Sinking
you don't know none of them people.
Man 1: Man, I know Juvenile, I know his brother, I know lil... I-I-- (gets cut off by man 2)
Man 2: what's his
and the H-Beezey
I can't be late
I'm gone see ya when I could
Here's Juve on the hip
Let 'em know it was all good
[Juvenile]
Oh oh there she go
On the way
the dark, I plummet
Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
You
of the drive
I'm just hoping I can make it till I see sunshine
I'd wake up from a nightmare; you be right there
But now to bring you to me
I should
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You
me
I can't trust too many
These dudes they be iffy
Run it up on the road
I mite make me a fifty
Set a trap drop some bait
You gon catch you a micky
time we met
Time goes by but we never forget
The first time we fall in love
Love can be exciting, it can be a bloody bore
Love can be a pleasure
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with
man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm trippin' on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler with
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
Woadie
And I slang iron for mine, you're outta line
Woadie
A guerilla, once I start ain't no stoppin' it
When I start to cockin' it
Bodies gon' be droppin'
Converting chips to millions
Don't ask where my paper route
Dap you a pound nod ya head
Passing by
you know what I'm about
Juvenile, juvenile
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
gon' be you in it
As a juvenile caught cases so fluently
Look at my life and learn from it, don't do it
If I only knew back then what I know now,
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