The Juice

Lyrics

[Intro: JANE HANDCOCK] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (N— N— Nonstop) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] I got a laundry list a mile long If you don't call it like you see it, get the dial tone I got to go, I can't do yes man or a brown nose Can't be around those Trendy nigga swagger, lost and found clothes I ride my own wave, facts, but I'm intrigued by a few I see potential, but I'm probably just deceived by the view My heart's sincere as it appears, man, I'm three hundred proof Top three, I'm number zero, I can't be one or two 'Cause y'all be the type to turn to Pac and do Raheem for the juice I'ma be more to Q Built for it, but ain't got that anger built toward it Kill callers and return to my set Know I rock 'cause if they sent for me, it's nothing but vets All along was meant to be, I'm the one, the one is me This who they gon' come to see, I walk it out so comfortably A trunk load, no junk in me, hands work, no punking me The bad ones do their stunts for me, they forever fuck with me I'm forever sucker-free, that never change My money up a hundred million, I know they respect the gains Above all, respect the game, if they don't, I probably check it So I hope you got a vest if you a threat to my investments Half of me observe, but my better half aggressive Take note of the bad shit, memory selective It really be subjective, I fight battles every day I take pride in my antennas, I think everything in play Can't pull shit over my head, I don't bullshit over my bread Try to fill me up with no gossip, I don't give a fuck what they said Stupid dummy on edge, if a nigga come for my basket My cousins gon' be present and his presence gon' be absent, you feel me? [Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK] I got the juice (I got the juice) As I grow and get more smarter I got the juice (I got the juice, yes, I do, do) My future looks way more further than I came from Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones Ain't that the truth? (Ain't that the truth?) If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you [Verse 2: Dame D.O.L.L.A.] Rooted in the hood, but not a hoodlum, just a product They say it take a village, I'm the image of a potluck I'm mixed with some that got stuck, some that got they knots up Couple cousins knocked up, was telling me to not rush Met my girl in college, six years later, I left it in Had some family troubles, I still battle my skeletons Black love, full of melanin, ride like a Peloton Humble, but I was arrogant, Karma just couldn't tell me shit, I learned, though Venting in my journal I ain't got no interest in the women I done yearned for New leaf I done turned on New cheese I done earned, bro Family job, city friends, damn it, I'm the Colonel Man of my word, woah Growth is real, I bent the knee, so she know the deal I've been a Christian all my life, just call me Holyfield My girl was moving without me, I know how Jody feel Doing Kobe drills, ease my mind, hope I slowly heal I'm bouncing back, happy counting stacks, bought some acres too Cut some trees down so the living room could display the view I played the fool, then right after I elevated smooth Embraced the move My family estate, that's how my day conclude Diaper duty, come from a workout, wipe his booty Know that wifey moody, not the type you just buy some Gucci Swear my life a movie, still winning despite the oopsies Enticing coochie, couldn't imagine enticing groupies I'm a different breed, not a common individual I done had the same phone number since back in middle school It's principle, bells ding when my name uttered They love me in The Forum when it's smoky like Chris Tucker, motherfucker [Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK] I got the juice (I got the juice) As I grow and get more smarter I got the juice (I got the juice, yes I do, do) My future looks way more further than I came from Sometimes, sometimes Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones Ain't that the truth? (Ain't that the truth?) If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you