No Hook 2
Christian Tabernacle flows back in Michigan
In the Motor City you gone have a couple breakdowns, but you keep the tires rollin' like it's Michellen
I still got a couple niggas slidin' like a playground and if you survived it once then they won't miss again
And I'm still down to do my own slidin', I be night ridin', if I catch a body I won't mention it
I came a long way from being innocent
Ever since I held my first handgun
I remember when I got up out of jail I had to make my phone calls on a Samsung
Now bitches want to fuck me cuz I'm handsome
But I can't do no romancin', I'm not romantic
Doggin' hoes out due to trust issues it's like I hold my own heart for ransom, yeah
I mean look at the way that I'm livin'
I wonder what my life now would've looked like if in the past I had made better decisions
Don't feel I'm enough so I get what I want then I'm on to the next, hoes can't keep my attention
Abuse in my past got me filled up with anger, I keep a glock just to deal with the tension, but
Shit, at least they know a nigga quick to spray
LJ blessed me with another one I'm bout to show you niggas somethin' he know that I could talk on city beats all day
And fans know I be snappin', hear that beat switch up and they like "Oh my God, already know how Juice about to come!'
And Shockie know her son, she ask me every other day if I got a glock and I still tell her no but I think that she know I keep me one
Came a long way from momma packin' lunch
Now I walk around with guns so big look like they Pack-A-Punched
They dumped back but I'm still here I guess they ass ain't pack enough
Put em' in a wood, smoke out the hood I guess we packed em' up
Got a bad lil' bitch hit from the back and tell her back it up
Then I take her to the trap and tell her lil' ass bag it up
Niggas cap inside they rap be actin' like they like that
They don't like the way you spit that shit bitch give that mic back, uh
1, 2, 3, 4, niggas know I hit they hoe
Pillow talkin' to yo bitch you know I'm quick to kick that door
5, 6, 7, 8, I swear to God these niggas hate
I be gettin' money round this bitch these niggas can't relate my, uh
My glock came with a stick, and my bitch came with a bitch I put that dick inside her ribs
What you mean uh, you know she fuck with them Crips
I be throwin' 60's round this bitch they know that I'm legit
And you know I fuck on hoes bitch that's why they call me Juice
Since a youngin' gettin' money used to trap on Falls of Neuse
Baby please do no fuck with me I got a couple screws loose
Nigga talkin' down on me and now he got a loose tooth,
9, 10, 11, 12, swear to God I'll never tell
Before I go to Heaven for bein' pussy bitch I'll go to Hell
13, 14, 15, 16, hollow tips they got a shell
I'll catch a body right now, Rita you gone post my bail
And we got glocks, extensions, and niggas in our mentions
They be actin' like bitches, now we go they hoes attention
And I was skippin' my classes, trading pussy for detention
I hit the gas and I'm leaving, drivin' like my shit suspended
This shit get steep, hit her DM she gone creep
She don't suck that dick like crab legs then I can't call her a freak
I swear to God she really love you, hear we fuckin' bitch don't tweak
Really could've told me where yo ass was at whenever we meet, uh
Really could've told, ok
Really could've told me where, ahhh
Really could've told me where, uh yeah, ok
In the Motor City you gone have a couple breakdowns, but you keep the tires rollin' like it's Michellen
I still got a couple niggas slidin' like a playground and if you survived it once then they won't miss again
And I'm still down to do my own slidin', I be night ridin', if I catch a body I won't mention it
I came a long way from being innocent
Ever since I held my first handgun
I remember when I got up out of jail I had to make my phone calls on a Samsung
Now bitches want to fuck me cuz I'm handsome
But I can't do no romancin', I'm not romantic
Doggin' hoes out due to trust issues it's like I hold my own heart for ransom, yeah
I mean look at the way that I'm livin'
I wonder what my life now would've looked like if in the past I had made better decisions
Don't feel I'm enough so I get what I want then I'm on to the next, hoes can't keep my attention
Abuse in my past got me filled up with anger, I keep a glock just to deal with the tension, but
Shit, at least they know a nigga quick to spray
LJ blessed me with another one I'm bout to show you niggas somethin' he know that I could talk on city beats all day
And fans know I be snappin', hear that beat switch up and they like "Oh my God, already know how Juice about to come!'
And Shockie know her son, she ask me every other day if I got a glock and I still tell her no but I think that she know I keep me one
Came a long way from momma packin' lunch
Now I walk around with guns so big look like they Pack-A-Punched
They dumped back but I'm still here I guess they ass ain't pack enough
Put em' in a wood, smoke out the hood I guess we packed em' up
Got a bad lil' bitch hit from the back and tell her back it up
Then I take her to the trap and tell her lil' ass bag it up
Niggas cap inside they rap be actin' like they like that
They don't like the way you spit that shit bitch give that mic back, uh
1, 2, 3, 4, niggas know I hit they hoe
Pillow talkin' to yo bitch you know I'm quick to kick that door
5, 6, 7, 8, I swear to God these niggas hate
I be gettin' money round this bitch these niggas can't relate my, uh
My glock came with a stick, and my bitch came with a bitch I put that dick inside her ribs
What you mean uh, you know she fuck with them Crips
I be throwin' 60's round this bitch they know that I'm legit
And you know I fuck on hoes bitch that's why they call me Juice
Since a youngin' gettin' money used to trap on Falls of Neuse
Baby please do no fuck with me I got a couple screws loose
Nigga talkin' down on me and now he got a loose tooth,
9, 10, 11, 12, swear to God I'll never tell
Before I go to Heaven for bein' pussy bitch I'll go to Hell
13, 14, 15, 16, hollow tips they got a shell
I'll catch a body right now, Rita you gone post my bail
And we got glocks, extensions, and niggas in our mentions
They be actin' like bitches, now we go they hoes attention
And I was skippin' my classes, trading pussy for detention
I hit the gas and I'm leaving, drivin' like my shit suspended
This shit get steep, hit her DM she gone creep
She don't suck that dick like crab legs then I can't call her a freak
I swear to God she really love you, hear we fuckin' bitch don't tweak
Really could've told me where yo ass was at whenever we meet, uh
Really could've told, ok
Really could've told me where, ahhh
Really could've told me where, uh yeah, ok
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