And stop tryna pass me the hookah

I'm a man

I smoke cigarettes

Listen

We all ballers never made the league

Still got a strap tho

Gotta watch her if she spend the night

This bitch a klepto

Cool me breakfast with a side of eggs

We watching narcos

I ain't never going back to the past

I was beyond broke

Love me in my city

Swear I coulda been the mayor

Got a Rolodex of bitches

Every page a different flavor

Hijabi out in Portland say As-salamu alaykum

Got a Catholic in the south

Get on her knees and tell me Grace

She down there for too long

I might just finish on her face

If they get rid of abortions

I'm a have to do the race

Wear the rollie when I'm driving

Leave the AP in the case

Fuck **** tryna catch me

So I'm turning up the pace

**** dropped outta school

So they can't buy class

I hear all them lil jokes

Bitch it's my last laugh

**** really bout the internet

Boy I'm bout cash

And you can save all the opinions

We put them shits in the trash

And that's just what we talk about when we talking

I got a crazy jumper like Kenny lofton

And it's no hook on this hoe

We keep a pair of loaded dice

That's why we always win

It's SPJuice Listen, Listen

Im Eating steak in a loft on the seventh floor

If they ain't come to knock a **** head off what you send em for

Now they want a cease fire, now they wanna end the war

I was working 9-5, I was trapping 10-4

Through the city silently that's what all of these foreign whips is tinted for

Get rid of the Benjis quick, that's what they was minted for

Drank inside my Minute Maid, I got what they be begging for

That Parlay hitting Everytime , that's what we be betting for

Common courtesy is no longer common

Juice for breakfast then it's Jinya, need that spicy chicken ramen

Waiter pouring up sake, I think it comes full circle

I went from pouring up purple, to tweaking off white

T-Shirt by Virgil, im clean cut like a surgeon,

This that gutter boy version, I smell like prada, marijuana plus the freshest detergent

Isn't clean as me

Wish I had a team of me, a shadow clone, remember nights I sat alone, now I'm with a bad bitch spoiled rotten, Old hoes tell me leave that brat alone

They just want a second chance, weighed it on the scale and took a second glance

Make sure that my numbers rights, I hustled all those summer nights

I cannot throw it all away, link up w the mandem every birthday like the holidays

Dinner did Italian, chicken pasta w the pesto

Hit a couple stallions, in the end wasn't impressed so

Regardless the occasion I get fresher then the Met, so

I pulled in that grey suit, with the gators, crocodile hunter

They don't feel they pain, they don't feel my passion or hunger

SPJuice tenth wonder of the world,

I came from moving weight , bench pressing pounds, to bicep curls

I'll take a Trip out to Vegas, double back and touch Chicago

Scratch the Benz off the list, add the murcielago

I'll take a Trip out to Vegas, double back and touch Chicago

Scratch the Benz off the list, add the murcielago