Lyrics

Grooving Grooving [Verse 1: E-Fav] Just being fucking creative, I'm chasing the rhythm daily I'm blanking when Ilajide hit record up in the basement Bank 'em or get a statement as I'm hopping in a spaceship While you fighting over Wraiths, I'ma go deeper into space Strolling through the building but the muthafuckin torches, nigga Oh you don't know? We the muthafucking Forces nigga Point me to the checks, finesse shit, jet off Killed her after busting my temple against the stone wall Picked up all the bricks, started building my own road Now the people feel me from Detroit across the whole globe To the bone, my niggas say I should gloat more I'm your mama favorite rapper and she give me throat woah How is that for jokes? Laugh now, cry later Once you peel the onion back, see the lines have layers Niggas motivated, keep hating hating Motivated, keep hating hating [Chorus: E-Fav] And pump up, up up, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga [Verse 2: Ilajide] Tell me who got the juice See no 2Pac in you, you just who poppin fool Me I be popping fools, that be mad evident Got all the hoes but my count ain't reflecting it They be detecting it, only after sexing it Maybe 'cause the kind of dick I give 'em be telling shit like Gotta keep digging deeper [?] My finances take a chance, I gotta see where the gold I mean see where this goes, uh oh, my [?] She know I ain't about it but my talent 'bout it 'bout it [?] flow riding riding, fa sho I'm 'bout my chicken like an episode of Chowder, aye yo Money [slap?] I'm like [?] baby powder [?] dream about it like [?] [?], engineer with the [tweeters?] Oh yea, [?] microphone and speakers nigga [Chorus: E-Fav] Juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga [Verse 3: Noveliss] Who got the juice [?] facing 450 splash, losing my mask in rotation Fuck it mask off, the champion still retain The lyrical in ya lane, I'm off in the terrain You couldn't handle my pedigree, ready to play the game It's a war inside of my brain, feeling so out of place Uh, I'm always detrimental even though I'm trapped inside of a trap instrumental In the middle of playing [?] Bucky Barnes cleaning off the lens of my rifle in the middle of a winter storm The Winter Soldier fold a rapper in the snow with the metal arm Level I'm on you couldn't see with the rinnegan Defending my thoughts or being killed by the law Clear Soul the Black Order and Nov Ebony Maw Middle finger to the law They still be killing us off and I can't resist [?] [Chorus: E-Fav] Juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga [Verse 4: L.A.Z.] [?] Eating the beat up, my hunger Ethiopian [?] could've went commercial ha Head of the times, catch your latest infomercials ha [?] this, it came from the heart I love my ribs, [?] The style's [?] [?] should've went and built you an ark [Also a given every flowing he sparks?] [?] Make you wonder like the breaking up of Little Brother Is you niggas listening or should we boost up the treble Ear drum like Swae Lee to [percuss you crazy?] Randy Savage snap into Slim Jimmies in the 1980s [?] new Pirelli's Revolutions, PP7s deadly, hope you niggas ready [Chorus: E-Fav] Juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga Pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, jump up Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga