[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Verse 1]
It was me, Ty and Freddie G, plottin' on the green
Now I'm rich, I'm rich as a bitch, tourin' overseas
It was me, Meek Mill in SB, plottin' on the dream
Now we livin', visions vivid, I been gettin' to the cream
Uh, she ride me like an SRT, but her friend ride me like a Wraith
I made the bank close, when I take my savings out, they think I'm robbin' the bank
Fuck out my face, fuck n***a, you fake
(Oh, you play with guns?) That shit cliché
Y’all know I keep dracos right next to my safe
Keep it there to keep money and family safe

[Chorus]
Uh, look at me, with this music shit, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this shit, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze

[Verse 2]
Uh, your shit antifreeze, huh
Got your bitch givin' me head, that telepathy jaw
I spent forty on Chanel and Louis V, ain't even try to do it
Silly me, you can't relate, but that's your fault
When we fuck she scream, damn, they callin' me "God"
But that isn't me, I'm not God, I need God
You can see that easily
When I mix Percs with the lean
It's when I let the Devil speak
I'm not supposed to let him speak
[Chorus]
Uh, look at me, with this music shit, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this shit, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music shit, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this shit, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze

[Freestyle]
Bitch, Bitch
I freestyle on this shit, then freestyle in yo' bitch
If you talkin' stupid, cool, I'm finna' go and get my stick
I feel like D Wade when I shoot that three somebody come set a pick
I told yo' bitch get on her knees, then pray to me, then suck my dick
She suck my kids, she swallow my kids, she get the gist, and get the jizz
You run up on me, I handle that choppa the same way that I handle my bis-
Bitch, my name is Juice WRLD, I remember I was JuiceTheKidd
Death Race for Love is on the way, finna' be a hit
I'm finna go platinum, platinum, platinum, platinum
Then finna' get a bitch
I'm finna' break yo' little bitch down, like I'm in the trap whippin' up a brick
Freestyle off the top, I don't got to write
This shit easy as shit, easy as it gets, (huh)
Yeah, Bitch I don't stop (hm), all baguettes hold on, let me pull out my clock
Aye, these n***as police on Instagram showin' Glocks, then they wonder how the fuck they dumbass got caught, (huh)
They say I sold my soul, I joined a cult
I must be doing something right, shit Imma' boss
For all this shit I'm thanking god, you already know wassup'
Yo' bitch in the Trump Tower givin' a n***a shoulder rub, (ha)
But fuck Trump, you would get hit wit' this pump sittin' in my trunk
Never gave a fuck at all n***a, you too chump
I'm too teed, it's four in the mornin' and these n***as still can't stop me, lil ho'
Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, Lil Bi-, (ha)
This funny as hell
I'm in Berlin n***a, it's four in the fuckin' mornin'
I'm up, I'm fuckin' up
[Chorus]
Uh, look at me, with this music shit, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this shit, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze
Uh, look at me, with this music shit, I'm a God
Huh, Für Elise, for this shit, I'm thankin' God
He made me a beast, put my talents in my bank account, on creatine
And put my neck, my wrist, accessories on Mr. Freeze