Song: Back In Chicago Studio Session
Viewed: 2 - Published at: a year ago
Artist: Juice WRLD
Year: 2022Viewed: 2 - Published at: a year ago
[Chorus]
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
[Verse 1]
I was 13 tryna steal a Moncler
Now I could buy everything in Moncler
Give away the clothes that I don't wear, 'cause I still care
Even though I don't give a fuck, I guess I still care
I can't see my demons but I know they still there
Even though these drugs will kill me, no I'm not scarеd
Chop up Percs in my double cup
Had to take thе Gucci sweater off, I started throwing up
Had to put that .40 in a foreign, niggas was runnin' up
Two shots to the gut, he need a shit bag, his stomach bust
That nigga ain't waking up, 911 come scrape him up
Keep a toaster in that Gucci bag, might have to come bake him up
[Bridge]
Ah
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na na, no, na na, no, no
[Chorus]
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
[Verse 2]
Huh, you don't want no smoke, huh, ayy
L-O-L, laugh to the bank, but that ain't no joke, huh, ayy
You ain't rich nigga, you know that you're broke
You know you a bitch nigga, yeah, you know, you know, huh, ayy, hohoho
Bad girl takin' two anovaces
Fuck her vacation, I'm vacation
Talk shit, leave your brains on the pavement
Fuck is you sayin'? You think I'm playin'?
Down my hair, I'm feelin' like a [?]
Slay 'em, Halo with that shit, I call it slayer
Bad bitch, evil kid, took her to my lair
Save all the flavor, don't save her for later, yeah
Ayy, uh, huh, you get popped, I ain't cardin' up
I still milly rock on all your blocks, huh, yeah, ayy
She gon' ride my lile a Harly
Stop me, time for me to roll up the molly
Uh, ayy, huh, ayy
Molly in my double cup
I got two blunt, what you call that? A doubledot
Pull up on scene, choppa hit his ass, hit him up
Ambulance stay on my phone like somebody can pick him up, yeah
Ayy, you a bitch nigga, ya dig?
I'm a ditch digger, huh
You get disfigured
Washed up like a dish, nigga
Ball hard, I'm a swish nigga, uh
I'll shoot one time, one time, I won't miss in niggas, ayy, yeah
That just how it go
Pull up on scene with a different ho
"All girls are the same" on a radio
I remember when they was callin' me hella crazy bro
Now I'm up next, huh, ayy
This shit come in tighter, it's some rough sex, uh, ayy
Pull up on the scene with a new, huh, TEC
White girl give me good brain, a rough neck
You don't really want no smoke, nah
You know that that shit not in your best interest
'Member stayin' close of Ebay and Pinterest
Now I'm goin' hard, ain't no Kevin Durant, yeah
I solded out the blue, yeah, huh
I solded out the blue, yeah, huh
It was me then it was you
See I never played the fool
They told me that I should've stayed in school
I solded out the blue
It was me then it was you
See I never played the fool
They told me that I should've stayed in school
But I flunked out, got my money up
Leave the trunk out incese he runin' up
I don't gotta tote the gun because my brother will, huh
I don't gotta hit you up because my brother kills
I don't really got no time for the drama, ho
I'm the president Rollie, feelin' like Obama, ho
AK on my hip, I call that shit little Osama, ho
All my niggas gettin' money, you know this just how it go, uh
Niggas iffy, got the sticky tucked, feel like gummo
Closet lookin' like a gunshow, let you guys know
They don't want no problems, goon and a Goblin
I'm the God of this rap shit so I went and cuffed the Goddess, huh
What you on? I'm just tryna be modest
I'm flyin' without tryin', call that shit autopilot
My gun look like a librarian, you know it will keep the silence
Fuck all of that, stop the violence, I guees that I'm violent, ya dig?
I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix
She said my music lyrics are demented
I said it's funny, bae, you just don't get them, ya dig? Huh
I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix
She said my music lyrics are demented
They funny, baby, you just never get them
Pop a Xan, I'm fucked her, then forget it
Pop it like a zit
Pull up on the scene, choppa aimin' with the stick, yeah
I don't got no problems same the place, same the pic, yeah
R. Kelly with that bitch, I'ma take a piss, yeah
Tell 'em rest in piss, yeah, tell 'em rest in clips, yeah
Tell 'em rest in this, yeah, they can suck a dick, yeah
Blackout the night, damn, look like an eclipse, yeah
They was talkin' down to me, way to how get hit, yeah
I make hit after hit, I won't miss, check my stacks
Run up on me, you get popped
After that I pop a flat
May hit yo' bitch from the back
She gon' have a asthma attack
Run up with that choppa, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna let it blast
That bitch sing just like she CeCe Winans
Fuckin' now she moanin' if she want it
Need me, are you still drop my lean in a bottle of FIJI
I even try one of the half of [?]
I look in the mirror, I don't see me
I see a demon that they want on TV, ayy
Lookin' at my music, I don't see me
I see a demon, [?] singin'
I look in the mirror, I don't see me
I see a demon that they want on TV
Listen to my music, you won't hear, ayy
Only you do if you listen clearly
Ain't the same nigga that I was last year
Hennessy and Remi, I ain't drinkin' no beer
Too drunk, you get fucked up if you fuck with somebody that's fucked up, ya dig?
Uh, ayy, brand new gun, I can't wait to use it
Ike Turner with it, beat it up, abuse it
Run up on my bitch, leave you broozin'
Like a crack head, huh, leave you toothless
Bitch, I'm roofless, like my car is
I'm a dog, collar 'round my neck, I guess I'm barkin'
Three hundred marchin' on that shit just like a spartan
Guess I need a squadron, guess I need a squadron
I feel like Future, only tryna be honest
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
[Verse 1]
I was 13 tryna steal a Moncler
Now I could buy everything in Moncler
Give away the clothes that I don't wear, 'cause I still care
Even though I don't give a fuck, I guess I still care
I can't see my demons but I know they still there
Even though these drugs will kill me, no I'm not scarеd
Chop up Percs in my double cup
Had to take thе Gucci sweater off, I started throwing up
Had to put that .40 in a foreign, niggas was runnin' up
Two shots to the gut, he need a shit bag, his stomach bust
That nigga ain't waking up, 911 come scrape him up
Keep a toaster in that Gucci bag, might have to come bake him up
[Bridge]
Ah
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na na, no, na na, no, no
[Chorus]
I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class
I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass
Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab
I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks
Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty
Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?)
You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny
I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh
[Verse 2]
Huh, you don't want no smoke, huh, ayy
L-O-L, laugh to the bank, but that ain't no joke, huh, ayy
You ain't rich nigga, you know that you're broke
You know you a bitch nigga, yeah, you know, you know, huh, ayy, hohoho
Bad girl takin' two anovaces
Fuck her vacation, I'm vacation
Talk shit, leave your brains on the pavement
Fuck is you sayin'? You think I'm playin'?
Down my hair, I'm feelin' like a [?]
Slay 'em, Halo with that shit, I call it slayer
Bad bitch, evil kid, took her to my lair
Save all the flavor, don't save her for later, yeah
Ayy, uh, huh, you get popped, I ain't cardin' up
I still milly rock on all your blocks, huh, yeah, ayy
She gon' ride my lile a Harly
Stop me, time for me to roll up the molly
Uh, ayy, huh, ayy
Molly in my double cup
I got two blunt, what you call that? A doubledot
Pull up on scene, choppa hit his ass, hit him up
Ambulance stay on my phone like somebody can pick him up, yeah
Ayy, you a bitch nigga, ya dig?
I'm a ditch digger, huh
You get disfigured
Washed up like a dish, nigga
Ball hard, I'm a swish nigga, uh
I'll shoot one time, one time, I won't miss in niggas, ayy, yeah
That just how it go
Pull up on scene with a different ho
"All girls are the same" on a radio
I remember when they was callin' me hella crazy bro
Now I'm up next, huh, ayy
This shit come in tighter, it's some rough sex, uh, ayy
Pull up on the scene with a new, huh, TEC
White girl give me good brain, a rough neck
You don't really want no smoke, nah
You know that that shit not in your best interest
'Member stayin' close of Ebay and Pinterest
Now I'm goin' hard, ain't no Kevin Durant, yeah
I solded out the blue, yeah, huh
I solded out the blue, yeah, huh
It was me then it was you
See I never played the fool
They told me that I should've stayed in school
I solded out the blue
It was me then it was you
See I never played the fool
They told me that I should've stayed in school
But I flunked out, got my money up
Leave the trunk out incese he runin' up
I don't gotta tote the gun because my brother will, huh
I don't gotta hit you up because my brother kills
I don't really got no time for the drama, ho
I'm the president Rollie, feelin' like Obama, ho
AK on my hip, I call that shit little Osama, ho
All my niggas gettin' money, you know this just how it go, uh
Niggas iffy, got the sticky tucked, feel like gummo
Closet lookin' like a gunshow, let you guys know
They don't want no problems, goon and a Goblin
I'm the God of this rap shit so I went and cuffed the Goddess, huh
What you on? I'm just tryna be modest
I'm flyin' without tryin', call that shit autopilot
My gun look like a librarian, you know it will keep the silence
Fuck all of that, stop the violence, I guees that I'm violent, ya dig?
I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix
She said my music lyrics are demented
I said it's funny, bae, you just don't get them, ya dig? Huh
I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix
She said my music lyrics are demented
They funny, baby, you just never get them
Pop a Xan, I'm fucked her, then forget it
Pop it like a zit
Pull up on the scene, choppa aimin' with the stick, yeah
I don't got no problems same the place, same the pic, yeah
R. Kelly with that bitch, I'ma take a piss, yeah
Tell 'em rest in piss, yeah, tell 'em rest in clips, yeah
Tell 'em rest in this, yeah, they can suck a dick, yeah
Blackout the night, damn, look like an eclipse, yeah
They was talkin' down to me, way to how get hit, yeah
I make hit after hit, I won't miss, check my stacks
Run up on me, you get popped
After that I pop a flat
May hit yo' bitch from the back
She gon' have a asthma attack
Run up with that choppa, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna let it blast
That bitch sing just like she CeCe Winans
Fuckin' now she moanin' if she want it
Need me, are you still drop my lean in a bottle of FIJI
I even try one of the half of [?]
I look in the mirror, I don't see me
I see a demon that they want on TV, ayy
Lookin' at my music, I don't see me
I see a demon, [?] singin'
I look in the mirror, I don't see me
I see a demon that they want on TV
Listen to my music, you won't hear, ayy
Only you do if you listen clearly
Ain't the same nigga that I was last year
Hennessy and Remi, I ain't drinkin' no beer
Too drunk, you get fucked up if you fuck with somebody that's fucked up, ya dig?
Uh, ayy, brand new gun, I can't wait to use it
Ike Turner with it, beat it up, abuse it
Run up on my bitch, leave you broozin'
Like a crack head, huh, leave you toothless
Bitch, I'm roofless, like my car is
I'm a dog, collar 'round my neck, I guess I'm barkin'
Three hundred marchin' on that shit just like a spartan
Guess I need a squadron, guess I need a squadron
I feel like Future, only tryna be honest
( Juice WRLD )
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