Juice Back

Nasty C] Man man man you should hate yourself Look in to a mirror nigga rate yourself Look at the shit that we doing, motivate yourself Brace yourself I done got ma motherfucking juice back (yeah) I done got ma motherfucking juice back (I Got Ma Juice) I done got ma juice back I done got ma motherfucking juice back Motherfucking. Juice, juice, juice juice juice, juice, juice Ok juice Back in the game like it's twister my nigga Right on the spot like it's twister my nigga, get it I been under pressure lately, a bit too much to make a diamond If it's estimated, a bit too much to weigh the music and the school shit And it's all because I try to balance both, like I have to make it I need a lot of hate for the stress, I'm givin out a lot of babies everyday She blowing up my phone with the text, like she think she got a baby on the way I tried to tell her to get rid of it, but all she do is call me ignorant We always fighting over some little shit, I'm cold heart, I'm evil I'm inconsiderate, and I'll be god damned, I can't worry bout pampers The weight on my shoulders is just enough damage, I dropped a hell of a tape Took a break, now I'm working on something to match it Me that rude boy name major is major, that happens when talent is natural I got my juice and its time I say something to these rappers Something to these rappers I drop that Price City mixtape, and then a nigga went silent I did way too many niggas a solid, when bae told me she feeling nauteous, I prayed to God and he responded I been feeling way way way way up Getting cake, but I only let them see the cookie jar, working in private I never bothered nobody but, I still wish a nigga would up on a shooting star Nigga You drop one song that they don't fuck wit and they gone hate you Them niggas ain't fam to me, if that blood ain't thicker then yellow pages Fuck it I'll bleed out an ocean, my niggas humble until you provoking My little nigga stronger man this is what I told them The grass is only greener, when you smoking, nigga, so I be where the garden at Had you check my pockets and they feeling like a parliament, pardon that But when you buzzing look at how they try to call you back And the real ones that with you won't run, Who ever's there now Should have been there from one, some will ride with you, and some will ride on you, What goes around, comes back around like a blunt, nigga