Lyrics:
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
Keep your head up high hold on
The sun is gone but I have a light
I don't care who see
I don't care about these haters
Can I live
I don't care
to the wise and to the lame
Motivated by the haters
Motivated by the haters
Motivated by the haters
Motivated by the haters
Hater, hate on, hate on
Hater
starters, led by example
Who work harder? Ha ha ha, you kiddin right?
Every bing, catchin a flight
Emergency row, coach
Sittin up through the night
Can't
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
(gave it my all)
It ain't alright (never goes right)
I turned to the drugs (turned to the drugs)
A remedy to help me get by tonight
I bleed when I cough
know it's just no use, no use
Know what people say
They think it's a juvenile's game
But I don't care, I'd always wait
'Cause we are brought together by
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
juvenile to adult
We choose all the scenes
and live with the results
were creatures of God
tempted by default
caught up in the now
fallen prey to the cult
of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile
Aren't never was a time I made Mama cry
So I stay ten toes my balenciaga
I Promise I will leave all of my haters dry
You afraid to lose your life
You
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave
But the cops'd never think to look in
And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through
He's a juvenile delinquent never learned how to behave
But the cops would never think to look in
With the ghost of you
And I'm still the same old rock n' roll
Juvenile
You've been high
I've been low
You're everything I want to know
The only thing I
detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned,
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
do-or-die, homicide
But tell me the reason for lost lives
Could it be we all caught up in a scandalous system?
Fallin' through the cracks, blinded by
A lot of niggas haters
A lot of bitches haters
Got so many haters
Got a nigga feelin' famous
See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin'
Juvenile said, I need some mouth lip service - heyy
Baby said she smokin, started lightin up the purple
I ain't lyin, she a dime, from a hood where they merk
playing some chess with a cheat
Hate how I stood
Right by watching it fuck up my week
I might be juvenile
Saying I'll keep a smile
Only if fate favors me
Curious and cautious
In a stagger on my heart's track
How vast the world was
By the lights of lime we gather
Inflamed like moths to a fire
Nautious
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