Coast

[Chorus: Breana Marin]
How can you tell
What's wrong from right and right from wrong?
I got nothing
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You're not so worth my hand

[Verse 1: Just juice]
I'm goin' global so I might as well
Talk to the one I love and tell her that she fine as hell
Dusk to the dawn I wanna bite her tail but how I write a tale
Might as well flock a feather, anythin' else, I got myself to follow
I thought I told you I won't slip into the depths of the silo
The best today gets swept away to set us up for tomorrow
I been the best, so notice my day harder
My condo follow while they wallow while the bottles get swallowed
I'm into finer things, not just these diamond rings
Focus and open your mind without the shine to get explained
We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game
We set to blow like Nagasaki, drop a bomb on the game, we up
Coast to coast been over doin' the most
Raise a toast to my family, know when I stay afloat
They been round since an embryo, never could let me go
Tryna prevail with empty hopes

[Chorus: Breana Marin]
How can you tell
What's wrong from right and right from wrong?
I got nothing
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You're not so worth my hand

[Verse 2: Just Juice]
Yeah, we all got goals that we wanna fulfill
Wonderful feelings in your soul when we accomplish, what we wanted for real
Often I feel my only vote is gettin' lost in a rip
Locked and conceal, I kept my feelings, though my conscience reveal
I got a heart of steel, still, I'm not the run of the mill
Another starvin' artist strivin' to harvest a meal
I'm tired of feelin' like I'm doggin' a pill
They still don't got an appeal
Like pushin' flowers in the heart of the field
But fuck the grapevine, I'm gettin' it, fuck the vineyard
Haters chop my image up, shootin' on cue like billiards
We sippin' saxon, whippin' the casket out to Saks Fifth
Famished to end this famine, damn, I had to live it lavish
All I want's a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Rigid rap has my fingers reap the kinda cabbage
Catch me creasin' through actors, I beastin' and never fastin'
Fuck livin' in your means, believe I passed the gatherage

[Chorus: Breana Marin]
How can you tell
What's wrong from right and right from wrong?
I got nothing
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You said that you would lift me up but you keep bringing me down
You're not so worth my hand
You're not so worth my hand