"20 Years Later" lyrics
Juicy J & Logic Lyrics
[Juicy J:]
Yeah, mane
Juice Mane, Project Pat, Logic on the beat
Y'all know what it is, dog
Yeah, yeah, yeah, North (We in this bitch)
North, North (Let's get it)
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows (Yes, sir)
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes (You know it)
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls (Always)
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose (Hey)
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle (Dirty sprizzle)
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little (Mm-hmm)
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential (Yes, sir)
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials (Let's get it, yeah)
Twenty years later, how much money you got in the bank? (Uh)
Card don't got no limit, I might fuck around, buy me a tank (Uh-oh)
Dope smoke in my nose, uh, blow that shit out 'cause it stank
Not worried 'bout no hoes, I brought a foreign bitch back to the States (Vroom)
Twenty years later, cashed out, I bought an estate (Hey)
Crib so big, you gotta call when you at the gate (Yes, sir)
Nigga, I'm the GOAT, no back and forth, it ain't no debate (Uh-huh)
I'm making sure the next twenty-some years, we gon' be straight (Talkin')
Secure that bag, Uncle Elroy, puff, puff, pass
Would you like to try some shutter? Gettin' rich off Juicy glass
See, you get in your bag, I get in my safe
Ain't no way in hell I won't get bored if I can create (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You broke as hell, you and your boys, so y'all can't relate (Mm-mmm)
Just by the smell, I know you can smell that that shit's some dank (Yep)
Yeah, twenty years later, I'm a Academy award winner
Forbes lister, nigga, think of Juice when you think of J
[Juicy J {Project Pat}:]
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows (Yeah)
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes (North, North)
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls (Bitch)
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose (Uh-huh)
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle (Dirty sprizzle)
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little (Yes, sir)
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential {Mm}
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials {Patta}
[Project Pat:]
International OG status, from Paris, France to Dallas
So many hundred passin' through my hand, mane, that's why they call us
Some of y'all gettin' jealous, get money, mane, with the fellas
Memphis dude swag different, out of town girls call us
Never green, not relish, pockets, they on swellish
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, we hollar, mane, do you smell us?
And the hood may love us, blessings from God above us
Life sentence in a box, mane, you don't want them troubles
Let your next move be your best move, not a stress move
Black Forgis on a white foreign, that's a flex move
Find that stick on that Ring cam', watch it, nephew
They'll identify your face and a place, they gon' arrest you (Ew)
[Juicy J:]
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials
[Logic:]
Yeah
Let me get a little bit of that
Made it to the hood, but I'll never get rid of that
Money on my mind like a fitted cap
Wonder if I'll ever get rid of that chip on my shoulder, I think it's diminished
I'll ride 'til I'm finished
I'm ridin' on spinners, not really, but twenty years ago, I been
Thirteen, bumpin' "Still Tippin'"
Him walkin', I'm still limpin'
Bitch made motherfuckers, y'all still simpin'
Twenty years ago, all my fears, they go
It's really not what's up
Back in the day, bumpin' that Triple 6
Daddy on the rock, tryna get the fix
All I had was a dream, word to Stevie Nicks
Give a fuck what they talkin' about really
No way, they know need for them to pay attention
Really, they not even worth a mention
In another dimension, I'm rappin' no cappin'
Like I'm white, like I'm Charlie Chaplin, I'm snappin'
Little Bobby runnin' 'round
Bullets in the air the sound
Never knowin' who's around, never had no one around
Bumpin' that Mafia under the ground
Just me and my dogs in the pound
Back in the day, I'd listen to J, but didn't know what was the outcome
Twenty years later, jump in the Mercedes and now I'm producing the album
Hold up, I remember being broke in the projects
Cooking crack 'til they broke up the Pyrex
Yeah, mane
Juice Mane, Project Pat, Logic on the beat
Y'all know what it is, dog
Yeah, yeah, yeah, North (We in this bitch)
North, North (Let's get it)
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows (Yes, sir)
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes (You know it)
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls (Always)
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose (Hey)
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle (Dirty sprizzle)
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little (Mm-hmm)
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential (Yes, sir)
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials (Let's get it, yeah)
Twenty years later, how much money you got in the bank? (Uh)
Card don't got no limit, I might fuck around, buy me a tank (Uh-oh)
Dope smoke in my nose, uh, blow that shit out 'cause it stank
Not worried 'bout no hoes, I brought a foreign bitch back to the States (Vroom)
Twenty years later, cashed out, I bought an estate (Hey)
Crib so big, you gotta call when you at the gate (Yes, sir)
Nigga, I'm the GOAT, no back and forth, it ain't no debate (Uh-huh)
I'm making sure the next twenty-some years, we gon' be straight (Talkin')
Secure that bag, Uncle Elroy, puff, puff, pass
Would you like to try some shutter? Gettin' rich off Juicy glass
See, you get in your bag, I get in my safe
Ain't no way in hell I won't get bored if I can create (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You broke as hell, you and your boys, so y'all can't relate (Mm-mmm)
Just by the smell, I know you can smell that that shit's some dank (Yep)
Yeah, twenty years later, I'm a Academy award winner
Forbes lister, nigga, think of Juice when you think of J
[Juicy J {Project Pat}:]
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows (Yeah)
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes (North, North)
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls (Bitch)
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose (Uh-huh)
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle (Dirty sprizzle)
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little (Yes, sir)
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential {Mm}
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials {Patta}
[Project Pat:]
International OG status, from Paris, France to Dallas
So many hundred passin' through my hand, mane, that's why they call us
Some of y'all gettin' jealous, get money, mane, with the fellas
Memphis dude swag different, out of town girls call us
Never green, not relish, pockets, they on swellish
If it ain't 'bout a dollar, we hollar, mane, do you smell us?
And the hood may love us, blessings from God above us
Life sentence in a box, mane, you don't want them troubles
Let your next move be your best move, not a stress move
Black Forgis on a white foreign, that's a flex move
Find that stick on that Ring cam', watch it, nephew
They'll identify your face and a place, they gon' arrest you (Ew)
[Juicy J:]
Still thumbin' through rolls, still do sold-out shows
Got dope smoke in my clothes, I still don't love no hoes
Still stick to the code, still get exotic bowls
Designer got me drippy like a runny nose
Higher than a kizzle, still got dirty sprizzle
Pockets thick like Lizzo, spend more than a little
Big boy, 41, this bitch a presidential
I gotta be a GOAT, go look at my credentials
[Logic:]
Yeah
Let me get a little bit of that
Made it to the hood, but I'll never get rid of that
Money on my mind like a fitted cap
Wonder if I'll ever get rid of that chip on my shoulder, I think it's diminished
I'll ride 'til I'm finished
I'm ridin' on spinners, not really, but twenty years ago, I been
Thirteen, bumpin' "Still Tippin'"
Him walkin', I'm still limpin'
Bitch made motherfuckers, y'all still simpin'
Twenty years ago, all my fears, they go
It's really not what's up
Back in the day, bumpin' that Triple 6
Daddy on the rock, tryna get the fix
All I had was a dream, word to Stevie Nicks
Give a fuck what they talkin' about really
No way, they know need for them to pay attention
Really, they not even worth a mention
In another dimension, I'm rappin' no cappin'
Like I'm white, like I'm Charlie Chaplin, I'm snappin'
Little Bobby runnin' 'round
Bullets in the air the sound
Never knowin' who's around, never had no one around
Bumpin' that Mafia under the ground
Just me and my dogs in the pound
Back in the day, I'd listen to J, but didn't know what was the outcome
Twenty years later, jump in the Mercedes and now I'm producing the album
Hold up, I remember being broke in the projects
Cooking crack 'til they broke up the Pyrex
