TwoFourteen - Juice (feat. Kas) [Prod. Slavery]

Ima hunned percent proof
I gotta taste of the juice
Niggaz can't walk in my Shoes
Niggaz can't handle the Truth
Ima get loose
I'ma take off in the booth
Everything lit this a song For the youth
If you live by the gun; lil Nigga better shoot
Fuck that nigga Ima do What I do,
Hold up nigga lemme hop Out the coup aye
But a nigga upgraded aye
I don't got time to wait
I gotta dime to make
I'm on top I ain't tryna Play
But a nigga got alotta hate
They gotta lot to say
I'm on chase
Ina foreign place

Fuck nigga don't play with Me
Better go ya way
All day with a goal in place
I might blaze on a golden Day
I'm on a new wave

New day
Nigga touche
Fool me
Nigga you gon have to do Me
Aww shit
I'm surrounded by the two Face
Too fake
Niggaz gon die on a Tuesday
Say ya amazing graces
I'm affiliated
With a couple niggaz
And we are the Greatest
Of Designers
Nigga we some fire spittaz
Got alotta hittaz
And we tryna get it

Money , pussy
Seen alotta bitches
I don't need to hit it
Cause I gotta limit
So don't get it twisted
When you see me in it
In the black authentic
And you know it's tinted

If they lose I'm winning
This a new beginning
I done came from nothing
They refuse to mention
Ima ease the tension
With a deadly weapon
What a deadly lesson for The kids im telling

Pay attention
Never block ya blessings
I'm addressing
Niggaz progressing (aye)
FUCK an oppression
They threatened (aye)
Living my life
With no question (Juice)

Juice
Juice
Juice
Finna get loose off the Juice
Juice
Juice
Finna get loose off the Juice
Juice
Juice
Finna get loose off the Juice
Juice
Juice

I see it so clear now
Doubts in the rear
Dark clouds disappear
Found drive then I steered
Passed all my fears
Pushin pedal to the metal
Been gassed up for years
Gas mask for the tears

I been in my bag for a minute, I admit it
Fuckin up my cash,
Makin love to the digits
So I gotta get it back, Momma's son never Slippin
Need the funds for my Mission to become what I've visioned

Niggas don't know bout the sleepless nights
Shit is deep, I write what ppl think
You write shit that you think they like
We ain't the same dawg
Why you think I went ahead wit the name GOD
I do my thang y'all better keep ya day job
Stay up out the booth, 'for I drop em off the roof
NOW who got the juice
Molly in my pocket, now, who got the juice?
Who got the juice?
Who got the juice

You know I got it...
Shit on em everywhere
I go like I'm a port a potty
Always rising
But never notify em
Notarizing...
All these notes that I'm writing...
Went from hopin to Grindin..
Stayin low but I'm high...
Helps me cope wit times...
Helps me open my mind...
Have a moment of Silence...
Then toast to our lives...

Juice
Juice
Juice
Finna get loose off the Juice
Finna get loose off the Goose
Finna get loose off the Juice
Juice
Juice
(Aye)

Written by:
TwoFourteen

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