Jimmy the Human & DMN Benji - Juiced Freestyle

I don't wanna get it too live shit
I been hanging wit the boo, 5' 6"
I been looking at the true ties n em loose ties in that truth I spit
Everything you wanna do I did
If you got that chew, I dip
Get ahead n now my crew thriving n too dominant who wanna get juiced over my jukebox?
Leave a brother hanging from the rooftop
Nothing on your lady but the tube socks
Leave the pussy leaking from the boom box n that juice box become loose box
Give her back, when she shoe shop
Eat it up n make another food stop
Half of the people hate me and half of the people probably want me inside of 'em like a flu shot
Bad women, bad beginnings
Hot midsection
No feelings, and a sad finish with a happy ending like, uh
But see the rap game is like trash picking
Most of this shit is garbage now, gotta dig hard to find magnificence uh
Still in economy never ride slow
Thinking I'mma probably get to first class, and then end up looking back, wishing I was broke
Like "fuck", but what else to do
Help is too hard to find, I tried hard to save the
World, and I ended up feeling selfish too, shit

I been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
I can dream in color, dream of commas, dream of bands (Oh)
I been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
I been seeing bands, I been seeing bands (Oh)
I been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
I can dream in color, dream of commas, dream of bands (Oh)
I been seeing color, speaking color, speaking bands
I been seeing bands, I been seeing bands

Cheetah print on my bitch
Tell your kids not to listen
Won't clean but I glisten
You might have to stop All that old fat lady
Bitching
Smoking all of your mids and
You don't take care of your kids and
Wait
Now I'm dripping
I don't care if you listen
Just make sure when you see me
Keep it pure like it's Fiji
Cause you don't know where I might be
And you don't know what you might see
Lost way too many bitches I ain't worried about
True love with my bank account
You just might not make it out
Behind the back how I fake 'em out
You get bitches you take 'em out
We the mafia we wear 'em out
Gears grinding, we air 'em out

Ew, dude! "Gears grinding we air them out?!? Are you serious?
You actually thought that sounded good?"
"Man... Fuck it. At least I gave y'all what you wanted"

And became what I wanted
Soul so cold, but the flame be the hottest
"Oh no no", what they say when I'm on it
I don't know your name, I just came, for the commas
And the dash, and the space, but I aim for the comets
Bang with a sonnet
Hey girl, I'm sorry that you're cute, but you really ain't the flavor I wanted
Hate to break it to you baby girl, but if we vibing in the club and you don't shake it
We ain't made for each other
Mini James finna Harden
And I see your bitch name in the comments
And when I give your pussy ass a check
Just understand it ain't a banker deposit
I see the passion n the pain in the project
And the fact that I'm insane when I'm on it
I want to get this shit going from Maine to Bahamas
And then sleep the whole way there with a mattress in a plane with a sauna

I could drive this game into the ground without an engineer
Whip the kicks the feet the wheels the motor mouth the engine ears
I don't want to hear about your SoundCloud
When the drunkest fucking hype man at my show is more talented than your engineer

The end is near
Dropped out of college n now I'm on top of the freshman class
Guess I'm a Nazi with grammar because I'm correcting these sinners with techs and mags
Yes, you're F.A.T
Fuck it, you're Fugly And Trash
Got no respect for that
You're like a bodybuilder with obesity got up on stage
And then flex the flab, it's gross (It's gross!)

Give me the loot and I'll dash
We in that Jag and it's fast
Pass me the cash
Jagged edge of my past
But we past that
Only show love if the ass fat
It ain't real love I can't mask that
Now I got money in NASDAQ
That bitch looking fragile, a glass back
Tell me that that ain't a flashback
She take it well and she snap back
I like these girls with an attitude
Tell you what's real they won't flatter you

I ain't playin' with you, I ain't playin' with you
Where'd he take you to dinner
I told you, to the Chinese place, nigga
You eat ten Whoppers and shit?
No! First beginning he took me to Chinese
He took yo ass to all you can eat buffet, didn't he?
No he did not!

Written by:
Benjamin Keen, James Fasulo

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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