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Juice WRLD Speaks 2

"Juice WRLD Speaks 2" Lyrics by 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 a gun out, 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 Buddha, Indian style, I’m enlightened

I remember up in kindergarten, 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 Yu-Gi-Oh, that’s why I pull cards on these stupid hoes

Got a arrow, not a bullet, Cupid ho, ha, yeah

I pop Perc’s to numb all the pain ’cause it hurt to live

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? Ah, 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, like I’m running 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 object, 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 niggas faker than some optical illusions

I be looking like, “What the fuck is you doing?”

You ain’t getting money, you ain’t changing shit, you ain’t changing the world, you just stupid

Talkin’ bout you crackin’ cars, selling drugs, killing niggas, and going hard

Watch a real nigga come up in your car, now you lookin’ all scared

Finna piss yourself, shit 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

Put it out to the whole world, I ain’t embarrassed

Bunch of these niggas is 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

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