[Verse: Juice WRLD & Chance The Rapper]
I'ma pull up, at my show
Got the dankroll with a pocket full of bankrolls
No chains on, not a slave, no Django
Used to hit up 87, get the call from Rambo
Swear I feel like LL Cool J, 'cause a n***a can't go
And ya' a n***a is a fruit, baby, let that mango
If he won't give you an ear, baby, let that Van Gogh
Juice WRLD, or no world, need my own damn show
Remember back in the days I was stuck in my ways
Movin' slow motion, yeah, I had my own xan show (Uh-huh)
F.N. shoot all of my demons down
They can't keep me down (Baow, baow)
I was preachin' before, but they seen it, I bet they believe it now
Triple nine on my wrist, I'ma flip it to fuck
The pastor's wife somehow
Smokin' that green, sellin' that brown
Ain't walk a day in my life, I was runnin' the town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rub off the paint like my name is Nahmir
See a real ass n***a when I look in the mirror
Use my glizzy, a singer, put Britney to Spears
Fiend, Fiend, fiend, fiendin' for that red
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, drugs all in my head (Yeah)
I'm so fuckin' intoxicated, I been feelin' dead
That's on the daily, I'm gettin' high, so I don't go crazy in my head
Uh, I get the big bucks (Sheesh)
My dirt bikes, all fun (Sheesh)
Say you want a war or somethin' (Sheesh)
Bringin' out all guns (Grrah, grrah)
Mac 11 is back in the backpack
Keep me my strap
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Did you miss yo' flight?
I said I'ma miss my flight [?]
My phone died
Yeah, I'm finished
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