Lyrics:
truth
If you like to live, then like to lie
Or else they'll eat you alive
Faults are paid by blood in here
Hearts get broken, brain starts to fear
and tired
I don't care
And when they push me down again
I'll be a better climber then
Frames on the mantle
Untroubled smiles
Frozen forever
Not worn by
that you can do for 'em, you feel me
So I just tell 'em please don't act like act, no
All my niggas we the same, please don't act like that
Please
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
The preacher goes down to the stream
Filling a cup of broken dreams
Guided by faith and a heavy heart
He follows the path back to start
And he said
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
O D
Shine that light on me, put that light on me
Cause I was sent to the world, by G O D
[bridge]
Now mama don't be mad, I got to show my ass
so you respectin us
Chorus
[Juvenile]
If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now
One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now
I'll be
Somethin ain't right
How I'm feelin
I gotta crush on you
I gotta crush on you
This is so juvenile
That I'm crushin
And I'm blushin
Every time I get
focused
With flows that spit like four fours
Empty clips then start reloading
I know its hopeless
Its bogus
That your bitch want to get chosen
By a nigga
10, 000 hours and still I climb, but never was I blind to the signs on this road
See it's all by design we was never meant to you grow
Never meant
violent, you can hear the siren
I'm so dialed in, I'm focused
I ain't really joking
Don't start provoking
I can put it all in motion
I'm been zoning off
to that pape everyday
Gotta stand on business, tenfold, Fuck how they feeling run up Them pros
Crabs in a bucket, I don't fuck Around with it, stay by my
ya' grouping this shit an art
Ain't no drive-bys them niggas walked down and left em' parked
Consume me , so many drugs, pray my kidneys don't fail
dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,
If you're under 18 you don't have any rights
They force you to conform, plan your whole damn life
By the time your 21 the brainwashing is done
Limit
I don't like when u waistin my time
Hoe I’m in it to win it
I been at it since a Juvenile
I ain’t talkin cash money
Ain’t no BG huh
Bac den y’all
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
today
Don't know which car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me 200 grand
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I've got
I don't drag race
If rap don't work, I'll buy a stove
If rap don't work, I'll buy a scale
Make 'em nervous, start bitin' nails
Served 'em folks
"Prepare to blaze dumb, play the game son"
As a juvenile, I always got into shit
Even If I didn't start, I was bound to flip
Gettin to me in the worst way
da glug down liquor
Life goes on for all the day trippers
Starts off small but it's gonna get bigger
By the end of this letter it may all be better
Jugging on that scale that shit seem juvenile
Now i'm getting too much money, feel like I don't really need to
25K sound good, but I don't need you
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