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letra de juice wrld speaks 2 - juice wrld

[verse]
rex made the beat, so you know i gotta murder it
they act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring
and mumbling, pull a gun out, they get to stumbling, tumbling
and the chopper get to thundering
sh-tting on all these haters, like, where the plunger at?
i’m excited, ’cause now i can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won’t be invited
true religion on me like the buddha, indian style, i’m enlightened
i rеmember up in kindergartеn, the teacher told me i wouldn’t be sh-t
and then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids sea sick
even though i got a couple demons, i’m still screaming out, “thank jesus”
upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the jesus pieces
i was a fan of yu-gi-oh, that’s why i pull cards on these stupid hoes
got a arrow, not a bullet, cupid ho, ha, yeah
i pop perc’s to numb all the pain ’cause it hurt to live
i gotta take everything ’cause sometimes it hurt to give
i make money even though sometimes it don’t make sense
speaking of taking everything, it’s time to take sh-ts on every single person that said i wouldn’t do it
every single person that said i was stupid
every single person that said i was that netflix special, what’s the name of the show? ah, clueless
but no, i ain’t clueless, i got this
i’m on top so now n0body can top this
now it’s time to change the topic
i got a way with words, like i’m running with a phonics book
in school i didn’t do the homework but i still got the subjects
money ain’t the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that
i’m successful but i feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful
i grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal
now i’m ridin’ bikes, pedal to the metal
i don’t even gotta pedal, it’s a throttle, so excuse me
these n-ggas faker than some optical illusions
i be looking like, “what the f-ck is you doing?”
you ain’t getting money, you ain’t changing sh-t, you ain’t changing the world, you just stupid
talkin’ bout you crackin’ cards, selling drugs, k!lling n-ggas, and going hard
watch a real n-gga come up in your car, now you lookin’ all scared
finna p-ss yourself, sh-t yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some help
i gotta admit myself, i’m on these drugs, feel like i can’t save myself
sometimes i wanna take myself and break myself, so i can reshape myself, huh
n0body ever felt the pain i felt, so i share it
put it out to the whole world, i ain’t embarrassed
bunch of these n-ggas is my sons
i apologize to ’em cause i been a bad parent
don’t try me ’cause i’m not the one, see i won’t even count to two

- juice wrld

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