[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Mhm, mhm

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I feel like the champion, 'cause I am one
I used to be up in the streets, posted up with my bro, he had his hand on his handgun
Watchin’ Nickelodeon everyday while we turn the opps' mans into phantoms
Word to Danny Phantom, I'm young, rich and handsome
I ball on these n***as like AND1, ayy
Me and Cordae started from the bottom
Different paths but we met at a certain point
The first tour that we put together went crazy
And we just recorded a real lyrical joint
I been killin’ all this shit since a lil' boy
I'm still a lil' kid but I'm a grown man
20 years old, I'm my own man
Free my brother locked up, hе in the can
None of my n***as nevеr gave a damn
In school, the teachers tried to make us cram
But I could never understand the information
Still smarter than my class, bitch, you can check my placements
I'm an addict in the attic, serving in the basement
I'ma shake the whole world, whole worlds’ a Haitian
Give a fuck what you sayin’, I'm sick of waitin’
I never been a doctor, I never had the patience
But a n***a still amazin', I been stargazin'
Every days different, still on the same shit even though I'm changed
I’ma pull up on his block like a gun range
But if you die in this life, you won't come back
So in reality, this life is not a gun game
I'm goin' crazy, boy, I'm harder than some Balmain's
I'm goin' harder than the denim on my Balmain's
Then again I'm still true to my religion, rockin' True Religion
I come back like what the fuck have you n***as been missin'?
I'm UFC with this Glock, put you in a submission
I don't fuck with pussies but I tend to beat up all the kittens
I'm a balloholic, alcoholic, superstar-dom
I protect myself just like I got a condom
Boy, snakes in the grass, no Anaconda
I'ma serve the streets like cilantro, I gotta
If the lights on, I'ma keep 'em on
And if the lights off, they won't be off for long
'Cause me and my bros gon' hit the streets
And serve crack to the moms and all our enemies
I've been tryna get this cash for a minute
I'ma-I'ma pull her hair when I hit it
I'ma-I'ma do this when I hit it
They betray me, they just Judas, sick of these n***as
I don't really got time, so I get rid of these n***as
In school, I couldn't focus, so they tried to get me Ritalin
Sometimes I compare myself to 50 Cent
'Cause they set me up, many men wish death upon me
Yeah-yeah, many men wish death upon me
I pull it out, cock it back, up that heat
Then make them run like Usain Bolt at a track meet
I'm flexin' on these n***as just like an athlete
I add the money up quickly just like a math geek
You can't pass me, nobody can surpass me
I done surpa—, come on
[Interlude]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hold on, ayy

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I just bought a Supermoto
Pop wheelies, ridin' down the block in my mansion
Ain't that a life?
I remember I was broke, dreamin' 'bout buyin' The Hamptons
I'm here with my wife, all these hoes they be trife
Even though it's one night, I don't want 'em, I don't want 'em, I got my baby for life
She stay in my head just like a patch of the lice
I'm ballin' on these hoes, and I'm gon' do that for life
You run up, got that .9, it's on my hip, you gon' die
And if you think about snitchin', we kill you, you testify
It's like touchin' a stove, why you testin' the fire?
If you know you'll get burned, better wait your turn
Thinkin' 'bout the life I live and all the lessons I learned
I feel like a bottle of wine, I had to age and churn to be the top
Now I'm on top watchin' them burn
I'm lookin' at hell, I'm standin' in heaven
These n***as Microsoft like they work for Windows 7
I'm shootin' with my Smith and Wesson, teachin' them lessons
I get to spittin' like a pastor, call me Juice WRLD the reverend
Juice WRLD, 999 merch, get it
The shirts are so cold that when you wear, don't forget it
I ball on these n***as, I'm switchin', Scottie Pippen
Pull up in Bugatti engines with no henchmen
Off the top kicking it, like a frog I be ribbitin'
Ripping writtens, these n***as are froggy
He hop it like ribbit, I'm killin'
I'm a lyrical miracle in the whip
All white, call that a miracle whip
I fuck my bitch all night, that is a miracle, bitch
I'm Tony Hawk with the kickflips, I'm grindin' on trick-tip
I'm burnin' like incense, been the realest since infant
I'm killin' relentlesses, finish my sentences
Bitch, I'm the ill-est kid, you know what it is
Tell me what is isn't, these n***as they be bitches
Bring the camera over here, you know I'm finna kill it
[Outro: Juice WRLD, Hopsin]
My n***a Hopsin just walked into the buildin'
Yeah, yeah, what up?
Hopsin just walked into the buildin', pull up on-
Walked into the buildin'
Oh, I thought you was finna take it
Yo, I'm 'bout to take it and break it, I gotta make it (Uh)
All of this fake shit, all of these bitches take dicks (Woo)
These rappers come around, they never wanna say shit (Woo)
'Cause they know Hopsin ain't nothin' to play with (At all, yeah)