"The Juice (Freestyle)" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah (Zack Feezy)
Give 'em what they want
We talkin' ownership, I know that's a language you ain't fluent in
There you go with all that great advice while never doin' shit
I ain't fit the lanes available, I had to make my own
If you can do a better job than me, then what you waitin' on?
Look at you, you just wanna feel important
Truth is you couldn't walk a mile in my Air Jordan
Truth is I paid all my dues and you can't afford it
You should get your lazy ass up and file for unemployment
Listen, baby girl, you on the grind 'cause you got bills to pay
Don't ever let some rich rapper bitch make you feel ashamed
So the fuck what? You only travel on your birthday
Couple years ago, that bitch movin' 'round the same way
Mr. Trip maneuver through traffic like I'm Master Wayne
Back to back, black on black on black and I can't see a thing
But my tint so motherfuckin' dark I can't even park
Waitin' on me to fall, don't hold your breath, you gon' need CPR
Obviously, you gotta be about your block of cheese in this economy
They asked me what I do bring to the game? I told 'em honesty
I used to be broke, eatin' saltines and potted meat
A nigga grumblin' so loud it's hard to fall asleep
You see your dog starvin' while you eatin', throw your dog a treat
Or you gon' start lookin' like a feast, bon appétit
But the shit when you try to put 'em on they feet
'Cause some of the niggas really rather see you on your knees
You got more than them, according to them, that's everything they need
And they don't wanna earn that shit themselves, they wanna share your piece
Feel like they deserve it more, but ain't invested any sweat
What makes you so fuckin' lucky? It shoulda been them instead
Them the ones you call your friends even though you see the signs
Every time they see you win, they give you the evil eye
Your people tell you cut them loose 'cause even they can peep the vibes
But you feel like you know 'em best, so you don't wanna sever ties
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Guess who got the juice now
Yo, you got the juice now, man
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Guess who got the juice now
Guess I got the juice now
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Yeah, long live Raheem, he got murdered by his friend
And that's the reason I won't trust again
Long live Pif (Zack Feezy)
Yeah (Zack Feezy)
Give 'em what they want
We talkin' ownership, I know that's a language you ain't fluent in
There you go with all that great advice while never doin' shit
I ain't fit the lanes available, I had to make my own
If you can do a better job than me, then what you waitin' on?
Look at you, you just wanna feel important
Truth is you couldn't walk a mile in my Air Jordan
Truth is I paid all my dues and you can't afford it
You should get your lazy ass up and file for unemployment
Listen, baby girl, you on the grind 'cause you got bills to pay
Don't ever let some rich rapper bitch make you feel ashamed
So the fuck what? You only travel on your birthday
Couple years ago, that bitch movin' 'round the same way
Mr. Trip maneuver through traffic like I'm Master Wayne
Back to back, black on black on black and I can't see a thing
But my tint so motherfuckin' dark I can't even park
Waitin' on me to fall, don't hold your breath, you gon' need CPR
Obviously, you gotta be about your block of cheese in this economy
They asked me what I do bring to the game? I told 'em honesty
I used to be broke, eatin' saltines and potted meat
A nigga grumblin' so loud it's hard to fall asleep
You see your dog starvin' while you eatin', throw your dog a treat
Or you gon' start lookin' like a feast, bon appétit
But the shit when you try to put 'em on they feet
'Cause some of the niggas really rather see you on your knees
You got more than them, according to them, that's everything they need
And they don't wanna earn that shit themselves, they wanna share your piece
Feel like they deserve it more, but ain't invested any sweat
What makes you so fuckin' lucky? It shoulda been them instead
Them the ones you call your friends even though you see the signs
Every time they see you win, they give you the evil eye
Your people tell you cut them loose 'cause even they can peep the vibes
But you feel like you know 'em best, so you don't wanna sever ties
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Guess who got the juice now
Yo, you got the juice now, man
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Guess who got the juice now
Guess I got the juice now
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Long live Raheem, he got murdered by his fuckin' friend
And that's the reason why I'll never trust again
Yeah, long live Raheem, he got murdered by his friend
And that's the reason I won't trust again
Long live Pif (Zack Feezy)
