[Intro/Bridge] Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose I mean, I know I'm pretty cool My Nitty bag, my kitty boost I got the juice, I got the juice
[Verse 1] Chano, Chatham's own Foolies glad I'm home Even my haters kinda glad I'm on Rest In Peace to my Vagabond Rapper song, singer - suspended, subpoena For misdemeanors, dreamer, held back ass is lowkey still a senior And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois City on the Come Up, shout that nigga Sosa! Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin' Buenas Noches! Wonder if I wrote this cause it's so crisp The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice I could win an Oscar, Russian Accent Husky Acid addict, Costly avid Actor Kevin Costner
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[Hook x2] Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) Juice! (Juice!) I got the juice, I got the juice (YUP!)
[Verse 2] God give me one sentence more Maybe I just gotta get suspended more? Hash tag it, get mentions for it Make you love it, get it trending more And then act humble Hear some bull that some dude mumble Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you Knowin bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, igh! But I love y'all souls Don't let the juice spill Pac! Blue pill pop Til you feel good enough to pop the popped bitch in the blue heels yop! That one - drown in the juice nigga Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga Stop with all the trynna introduce nigga Everybody know you dude you the new nigga! Hows it feel to be you? Yo no sé I ain't really been myself since Rod passed I ain't even really need that shop class I ain't really been weak since pops smashed I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash Hit sensei, master Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA
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[Hook]
[Verse 3] Yup, JUUUUUUUGO You never tasted paper Tripped, racing yaself trynna chase the paper I just faced a Vega And you love being Kobe when you make the lay up Till you realize everybody in the world fuckin hates the Lakers, Hahaha And then everybody wanna sip Til the juice spill everybody want a bib And then everybody wanna dip Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth All you can do is spit a verse of the truth Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!