Juice Wrld - Juice Speaks 2 lyrics

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Juice Wrld - Juice Speaks 2 lyrics

[Spoken Word: Juice WRLD] Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring And mumbling, pull out the gun, they get to stumbling, tumbling And the chopper get to thundering, sh*tting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at? I'm excited, 'cause now I can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won't be invited True Religion on me like the Buddah, Indian style, I'm enlightenеd I remember up in kindеrgarden, the teacher told me I wouldn't be sh*t And then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids sea sick Even though I got a couple demons, i'm still screaming out, "thank Jesus" Upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the Jesus pieces I was a fan of Yugioh, that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoes Got an arrow got a bullet, cupid ho, haha yeah I pop percs to numb all the pain cause it hurts bad I gotta take everything cause sometimes it hurt to give I make money even though sometimes it don't make sense Speaking of taking everything, it's time to take sh*ts on every single person that said I wouldn't do it Every single person that said I was stupid Every single person that said I was that Netflix special, what's the name of the show? Oh, Clueless But no, I ain't clueless I got this, I'm on top so now nobody can top this Now it's time to change the topic, I got a way with words, stack up money with a phonics book In school I didn't do the homework but I still got the subjects Money ain't the object, money is the subject , tough gotta admit that I'm successful, but I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal, now i'm ridin' bikes, pedal to the metal I don't even gotta pedal, it's a throttle so excuse me These ni**as faker than some optical illusions, I be looking like what the fu*k is you doing? You ain't getting money, you ain't changing sh*t, you ain't changing the world, you just stupid Talkin' bout you crackin' cars, selling drugs, killing ni**as, and going hard Watch a real ni**a come up in your car, now you all scared, you finna piss yourself, sh*t yourself, You gotta admit yourself, you need some help I gotta admit myself, i'm on these drugs feel like I can't save myself Sometimes I wanna take myself and break myself, so I can reshape myself, huh Nobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share it, and put it out to the whole world I ain't embarrassed Bunch of these ni**as my sons, I apologize to 'em cause I been a bad parent Don't try me 'cause i'm not the one, see I won't even count to two