Juice WRLD Speaks 2
 作词 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins
 作曲 : Rex Kudo/Jarad Higgins
 Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it
 They act all tough, but in person, they be murmuring
 And mumbling, pull out the gun, they get to stumbling, tumbling
 And the chopper get to thundering, shitting 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 Buddah, Indian style, I'm enlightenеd
 I remember up in kindеrgarden, the teacher told me I wouldn't be shit
 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 Yugioh, that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoes
 Got an arrow got a bullet, cupid ho, haha yeah
 I pop percs to numb all the pain cause it hurts bad
 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 shits 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? Oh, Clueless
 But no, I ain't clueless I got this, I'm on top so now nobody can top this
 Now it's time to change the topic, I got a way with words, stack up money 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 subject , tough 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' cars, selling drugs, killing n!ggas, and going hard
 Watch a real n!gga come up in your car, now you all scared, you finna piss 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
 Nobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share it, and put it out to the whole world I ain't embarrassed
 Bunch of these niggas 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