Juicefam by King prodigy Lyrics

Yeah chilling in NY watching snowfall it's been a long time so pardon me for the roll call damn they say I've been the best at playing instruments on the first fucking fucking plane to Paris I don't speak no French shows sold out making raps even tho it's cold out touring ny getting Swiss cheese niggas said I would've never made it I'm like bitch please what up doe allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse let the flow emerse hold up watch it disperse having visions of Mike Geo Izzy looking at me always have the fucking bitches always booking at me open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental shout out the homie Geo for touching this instrumental shout out the homie Mike cuz he know this shit sentimental shout out the homie fucking iz for holding down the kennel my ex bitches talking bout how they wanna they wanna make up but on the real I got no time for fucking girls music is my main bitch can't grind for other girls I finna blow like heroshima my demeanor get meaner watch me elevator to arenas me without the Mike that's like Martin without the Gina Venus without Serena now these thirsty bitches on the dick we call that aquafina we used to bus the tables till them tables turned and everything that I've obtained is everything I've earned and everything I raps about is everything I've learned so hopefully the listener can position a position a situation where they don't get burned and they can learn from my mistakes like I learned from the greats to do whatever it takes for heaven sakes open your mind this shit one of a kind elegant and refined irrelevant to swine what's the deal whipping through the bronx coupe De Ville on the real to various people I do appeal because of skill so this the type of shit I'm gon keep making till Mcs break fast like flapjacks and bacon rest in peace to Chris and everyone of the fallen soilders never hollywood I'm grounded like a cup of folgers bitch I told ya allow me to open up ya mind and mold ya indulge ya within this shit I call the second rennicance the system broke and they sent king b in for maintenance cuz all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm Hispanic again fighting for credibility from the lack of lighter skin it's kind of funny how ya pigment determines how people perceive you that's ignant ain't spoke to my momma in a min cuz last week she called me a nigga that would never amount to nothing rasiscm from my own momma at home always having drama but I can make it in this rap game look at Obama you ain't been in my shoes you don't know my story you don't know what's in store but bitch I'm stocking the inventory fuck a hater with the balls to try to tell me how I feel you wasn't with me last week and never once did you feel the pain that i manifested from the arguments over here headed to the supermarket on foot by the lack of wheels we aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing came along way from eating when 313 gave permission and if you think these lyrics ain't deep you to stupid to listen just a rays nigga with a mission to spit to whoever listen bitch it's king b