Lyrics: Juice

Yeh, ah... ah
Boy wonder... Drizzy
Ah... ah... Uh

Ya'll ain't really like me
I can understand
Ma flow is sitting right inside da pocket on ma pants
I'm still fly, you can't float
Run this shit, Usain Bolt
I write your favorite records, er you singles
20 thousand for a verse, is our routine quote
I'm getting rich, aah, you staying broke
Chilling if even if am in a goosed down coat
I can't' see you through the Mosley Tribes
So I don't' even flinch if you thorw me hi fives
They try to measure up, but there's no one my size
Whatever 40 smokin bout to lowwer my eyes
Beast mode on them, I never take a night off
Every single thing a nigga purchase is a write off
Grounded as the run way pavement about to take a flight off
Baby go ahead and cut the lights off
Cause It's about to go...

[beat plays]

I hear ma phone ringing when they call
A ain't picking up or entertaining them at all
Got your girl face down and banging on the wall
While you and all your homeboys, hangin at lenox mall
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmm
I cannot relate
Riding with some tags that a got from out-a-state
Riding with a swag that a got from out-a-space
Just show me who's the hottest I'm a knock him out his place
Call me homicide drizzy, about to kill your ego
I'm about ma green, puffin goody like I'm c-lo
You can go and take a glance at your hero
While the Houston ship a pole dancing zero
Fantacy to you, reality to me
And yeh ma g-pass is as valid as can be
I'm, I'm so fresh, and my stylist would agree
Waving at your girl
While she's smiling back at me like...