Juice by Korban Baxter Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Verse]
July 23rd
A rapper was born in to his fathers shadow
No father figure, but y'all already know
Papa (?)
Here's my books full of poetry
Shit, my raps are the closest thing to an actual eulogy
Watch as I give y'all my act 3
Call it "July 23rd" and make the fuckin' trilogy
Them rap songs are my legacy, pops lookin' down on me
Lookin' up to the champ like my name is Creed
It's just you and me, across the street
Caught some n****s eyeing me, it's a setup
But I ain't that dumb, sure I got a little street smarts
Even though uncle said I ain't got none but I ain't that dumb
Juice entered the room, grab my (?) so I can blast "Chum"
That's my mamas boy anthеm
Throw my shirt and damn pants on
Go out, hit up Stephone so I can get my rap on
Play somе sad songs like how we used to have the same girl
About not having a good signal, lost communication in the family
We lost a couple homies, gotta keep it pushin'
Wrote a fake diss with a couple jabs, now we're in bliss
Trouble in paradise in Hangouts where you were sighing
Frequent friction about my rhyme addiction sometimes I cry
Ok, every time, can't perfect my diction
Now I feel like somethings missing when I look at the chat
I start reminiscing about the dream we had, where y'all go man?
School weighing heavy on my lifespan, I can't stand
I can't stand when y'all go man, this ain't part of the damn plan
Now I feel like the middle man, Jada I miss you
Josh I see you makin' them beats, Michael isn't workin'
Smiles has been more than weak, and I keep on switchin' seats
Cause I try to be on everybody's team
But Imma let y'all do y'all and Imma start doing me
Go!
Testing
Testing
Testing!
[Verse]
July 23rd
A rapper was born in to his fathers shadow
No father figure, but y'all already know
Papa (?)
Here's my books full of poetry
Shit, my raps are the closest thing to an actual eulogy
Watch as I give y'all my act 3
Call it "July 23rd" and make the fuckin' trilogy
Them rap songs are my legacy, pops lookin' down on me
Lookin' up to the champ like my name is Creed
It's just you and me, across the street
Caught some n****s eyeing me, it's a setup
But I ain't that dumb, sure I got a little street smarts
Even though uncle said I ain't got none but I ain't that dumb
Juice entered the room, grab my (?) so I can blast "Chum"
That's my mamas boy anthеm
Throw my shirt and damn pants on
Go out, hit up Stephone so I can get my rap on
Play somе sad songs like how we used to have the same girl
About not having a good signal, lost communication in the family
We lost a couple homies, gotta keep it pushin'
Wrote a fake diss with a couple jabs, now we're in bliss
Trouble in paradise in Hangouts where you were sighing
Frequent friction about my rhyme addiction sometimes I cry
Ok, every time, can't perfect my diction
Now I feel like somethings missing when I look at the chat
I start reminiscing about the dream we had, where y'all go man?
School weighing heavy on my lifespan, I can't stand
I can't stand when y'all go man, this ain't part of the damn plan
Now I feel like the middle man, Jada I miss you
Josh I see you makin' them beats, Michael isn't workin'
Smiles has been more than weak, and I keep on switchin' seats
Cause I try to be on everybody's team
But Imma let y'all do y'all and Imma start doing me
Go!