[Verse 1]
Okay I'm bossed up, breeze through
Cities for new interviews but really in pursuit
To get that ass & a whole lot of cash in my wallet
Street prophets make profits when they're digging in your pockets But you already know how it goes
Too many niggas are dwelling deep in their decimals
Spending dough on broads from KGL, bottle services & YSL
Cross the border for more clientele
Washing off the demons often leading me into following false trails Niggas broke & frail, walk in stealth
Dousing with the flows pray the waves don't spill
But prepare for the wrath of the titans
Pull the scale for the body mass span of niggas dying tryna sail for the juice
Drowning in the truth & prevail through hell cloak myself with the face of the brute
[Bridge: madusakarma & Dé Von]
I'm drinking, smoking that lye
The stigma blowing my high
The liquor keeping me focused when these niggas killing my vibe
[Hook: Manzi]
So pass the juice, pass the juice
Pass the juice, that weed & brew
Just pass the juice, pass the juice
Pass the juice & we're on the move
[Verse 2]
Pray to God my niggas don't fall
In vain For the dough
Channeling their dark thoughts through bottles and swallow drough Selling souls for gold at 17
Niggas Drinking Henny every burden sitting heavy on their shoulders already working like Trojans everyday for the juice
Fill it up with some gin take a sip & get loose
Nigga (woo)
For all the niggas hating on the side
Frail caterpillars crawling into fights
Cut the pillars like Samson, anyone asking for rides better hop in the whip one time
Swerving in the fast lane 165 drive
In the scene
Fiends robbing & stomping the meek so I'm dodging the creek
Niggas mobbing in silence in streets for the profit unconscious monsters get knocked by police
Solving my problems through beats niggas mosh pit in concerts for free
[Bridge] + [Hook]
[Post Hook: Manzi]
Bounce x 32
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's the Attack of the clones when these hoes indulging titties & ass for dough
Infatuated niggas trapped in a storm
Swimming in faulty waters, shooting mortars, mapped in a box
Then blast shots with vengeance wrapped in the dome
Flow packed with chrome, rap giants get smoked nigga
Its like Goliath rolling out the tomb stoned
With the hands like Bushido
Rip off fickle minded people trapped in an asylum leeching when you slapped with the repo
Adapting to the signs between the matrix
Rise of lost tribes filling the rive beneath the basic
Habits
Passion
Mixed with the pressure
Embedded inside of the temple with depression
Stepping through many sessions place the methods into quarantine
Before the labels bait the papers like its burgundy
Feel the essence with some morphine
Have a nigga really morph into more fiends if that happens ever