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[Intro: Hailking Juice]
I came up straight out of poverty...
Look at what started me...
I came up straight out of poverty
Look at what started me
No I ain't going back
So Imma be what I gotta be
I came up straight out of poverty
Look at what started me
No I ain't going back
Juice!
[Verse 1: Hailking Juice]
Too many ways I could take this shit
Bad man no Jamaican shit
Check your bros, they hoes
They on some hating shit, debating shit
Like that's really what greatness is
Never back down cause my first name Juice
Give her six rounds I got texts for proof
Smoke dro by the pound
I be high up
Woods stuffed up
Give her strokes every time I take a puff
I don't know too many that can float like this
Get jiggy if you with me Juice flow like Smith
Shit witty but all facts they see it in my rap
From a boy to a man with the sauce
No Cap
I can't stand my haters
I see it in their faces
Wishing they were me
Or wishing they could switch places
I eat beats, I shit out hits
These niggas really bitches cause they on my dick
[Verse 1: Regular Matt]
I don't do no favors for these niggas
Stay away from the fake
Just get out my way
Rims spinning, got my finger on the trigger
Ride real slow
Mouth full of gold
We don't do no favors for these niggas
Pocket full of green
Candy paint, wet dream
My God, seems like my chickens always tripping
I think that she crazy
I don't do no favors
I don't do no favors for these niggas
Stay away from the fake
Just get out my way
Rims spinning, got my finger on the trigger
Ride real slow
Mouth full of gold
We don't do no favors for these niggas
Pocket full of green
Candy paint, wet dream
My God, seems like my chickens always tripping
I think that she crazy
I don't do no favors
[Intro: Hailking Juice]
I came up straight out of poverty...
Look at what started me...
I came up straight out of poverty
Look at what started me
No I ain't going back
So Imma be what I gotta be
I came up straight out of poverty
Look at what started me
No I ain't going back
Juice!
[Verse 1: Hailking Juice]
Too many ways I could take this shit
Bad man no Jamaican shit
Check your bros, they hoes
They on some hating shit, debating shit
Like that's really what greatness is
Never back down cause my first name Juice
Give her six rounds I got texts for proof
Smoke dro by the pound
I be high up
Woods stuffed up
Give her strokes every time I take a puff
I don't know too many that can float like this
Get jiggy if you with me Juice flow like Smith
Shit witty but all facts they see it in my rap
From a boy to a man with the sauce
No Cap
I can't stand my haters
I see it in their faces
Wishing they were me
Or wishing they could switch places
I eat beats, I shit out hits
These niggas really bitches cause they on my dick
[Verse 1: Regular Matt]
I don't do no favors for these niggas
Stay away from the fake
Just get out my way
Rims spinning, got my finger on the trigger
Ride real slow
Mouth full of gold
We don't do no favors for these niggas
Pocket full of green
Candy paint, wet dream
My God, seems like my chickens always tripping
I think that she crazy
I don't do no favors
I don't do no favors for these niggas
Stay away from the fake
Just get out my way
Rims spinning, got my finger on the trigger
Ride real slow
Mouth full of gold
We don't do no favors for these niggas
Pocket full of green
Candy paint, wet dream
My God, seems like my chickens always tripping
I think that she crazy
I don't do no favors
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