Juice WRLD Speaks 2

作词 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins

作曲 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins

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, shitting 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 shit

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 shits 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 n!ggas faker than some optical illusions, I be looking like what the f!ck 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 n!ggas, and going hard

Watch a real n!gga 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 niggas 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