[Intro: JANE HANDCOCK]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (N— N— Nonstop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I got a laundry list a mile long
If you don't call it like you see it, get the dial tone
I got to go, I can't do yes man or a brown nose
Can't be around those
Trendy n***a swagger, lost and found clothes
I ride my own wave, facts, but I'm intrigued by a few
I see potential, but I'm probably just deceived by the view
My heart's sincere as it appears, man, I'm three hundred proof
Top three, I'm number zero, I can't be one or two
'Cause y'all be the type to turn to Pac and do Raheem for the juice
I'ma be more to Q
Built for it, but ain't got that anger built toward it
Kill callers and return to my set
Know I rock 'cause if they sent for me, it's nothing but vets
All along was meant to be, I'm the one, the one is me
This who they gon' come to see, I walk it out so comfortably
A trunk load, no junk in me, hands work, no punking me
The bad ones do their stunts for me, they forever fuck with me
I'm forever sucker-free, that never change
My money up a hundred million, I know they respect the gains
Above all, respect the game, if they don't, I probably check it
So I hope you got a vest if you a threat to my investments
Half of me observe, but my better half aggressive
Take note of the bad shit, memory selective
It really be subjective, I fight battles every day
I take pride in my antennas, I think everything in play
Can't pull shit over my head, I don't bullshit over my bread
Try to fill me up with no gossip, I don't give a fuck what they said
Stupid dummy on edge, if a n***a come for my basket
My cousins gon' be present and his presence gon' be absent, you feel me?
[Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]
I got the juice (I got the juice)
As I grow and get more smarter
I got the juice (I got the juice, yes, I do, do)
My future looks way more further than I came from
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones
Ain't that the truth? (Ain't that the truth?)
If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you

[Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
Rooted in the hood, but not a hoodlum, just a product
They say it take a village, I'm the image of a potluck
I'm mixed with some that got stuck, some that got they knots up
Couple cousins knocked up, was telling me to not rush
Met my girl in college, six years later, I left it in
Had some family troubles, I still battle my skeletons
Black love, full of melanin, ride like a Peloton
Humble, but I was arrogant, Karma just couldn't tell me shit, I learned, though
Venting in my journal
I ain't got no interest in the women I done yearned for
New leaf I done turned on
New cheese I done earned, bro
Family job, city friends, damn it, I'm the Colonel
Man of my word, woah
Growth is real, I bent the knee, so she know the deal
I've been a Christian all my life, just call me Holyfield
My girl was moving without me, I know how Jody feel
Doing Kobe drills, ease my mind, hope I slowly heal
I'm bouncing back, happy counting stacks, bought some acres too
Cut some trees down so the living room could display the view
I played the fool, then right after I elevated smooth
Embraced the move
My family estate, that's how my day conclude
Diaper duty, come from a workout, wipe his booty
Know that wifey moody, not the type you just buy some Gucci
Swear my life a movie, still winning despite the oopsies
Enticing coochie, couldn't imagine enticing groupies
I'm a different breed, not a common individual
I done had the same phone number since back in middle school
It's principle, bells ding when my name uttered
They love me in The Forum when it's smoky like Chris Tucker, motherfucker
[Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]
I got the juice (I got the juice)
As I grow and get more smarter
I got the juice (I got the juice, yes I do, do)
My future looks way more further than I came from
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones
Ain't that the truth? (Ain't that the truth?)
If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you