JUICETHERIDDLER - 1203am,atParkside.

And I wanna address something, you know what I'm saying
It's been like two summers or whatever
And I'm confused, I'm really confused, cause wasn't Juice suppose to have a festival
I know you not suppose to say shit on the internet
But nigga remember when you was talking out your neck
It's been two summers bro, is you having a festival without me or what
Okay
Nigga still performing in the backyard
My city so grimy, niggas think they selling coke
Bitches moving so slimy, toxic with their chemical
Imbalance it's a challenge, I do care if you got mileage
Don't trust a bitch who stay on campus & don't attend the college
It's the principle, perc searching is difficult
Bitch said she will give me head & I took that as a insult
I turn into Usain Bolt when money on the table, no Cain & Abel
Can't trust a nigga I just met that call me bro, huh
Today sense isn't common
They'll comment on your post & be wishing you crash like a comet, I promise
I'll make you eat your words
I've seen my mother treat my father absurd & it hurt
So I be picking up on bad energy, I can smell the fuckery
Tennessee nigga got beef with me, are you kidding me
I'm too in sync with everything
Guarantee they know my name, my heart struck with novocaine
My heart struck with novocaine
Guarantee they know my name, my heart struck with novocaine
Uh, uh-huh
Twelve stay on my ass & I didn't do the dash
Wrist shining through the tint, reflecting off the glass
Left the drama in the past, no credit, straight cash
Can't pay it up front, then you not in your bag, if you ask
I be riding thru my old hood for entertainment
Memories never fading, now my whereabouts are gated
Whip got no payments, would've thought a nigga made it
In it for the longevity, failing get contagious
Surrounded by these wannabes & try hards, let bygones be bygones
Can't knock me off my pivot like I'm Zion, almost died off an edible
They'll pay me homage if my name inscribed on a tombstone, but I feel incredible
And I'm so far gone, I go ghost, don't take it personal, I like to be alone
A King will protect his throne
Already know what I'm on, high off life
How God gonna bless you when you hate your life, nigga, yeah
You know, NU
Had to get this off my chest

Written by:
Justin Davis

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