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8 Minute Freestyle*

by Juice WRLD

[Lyrics from Snippets]

[Verse]
Hop out the Bentley, damn
They already know who I am
Came from the bottom I been through it all
Had to get up every time I would fall
Hop out the foreign to go see my pharmacist
Four in the morning, the lean, it was calling me
Four in the morning, my stomach was hurting
I'm throwin' up everything, throwin' up everything
I'm back in business, I'm power sippin'
With some bitches that wanna karate kick it
Ain't been feeling myself as of lately nigga
I been killin' myself as of lately nigga
Mixin' lean with the pills
I been feelin' really crazy
Mix my pain with my thrills
It don't feel real, feel real
I'm for real
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Ballin' out, put the Derek to Jeter
I'm so hot call me Juice WRLD fever
Pull up on him with my gun I beat em'
Smoke him like weed I [?]
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Percocet [?], they focused
Niggas they go through the motions
Me, I can't feel no emotion
Sippin' on purple, it's potent
I can't feel my pain, I'm hoping
Try me if you want, I bet you really wanna
I'ma smoke a nigga like some marijuana
Pull up on him, [?]
Never gave a fuck, I did it by my lonely
In the stash box with the Mac tucked
Tell a fuck nigga come catch up
Way too ahead, fuck it, back up
Fuck the bitch from the back, damn near fucked her back up
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Lately, I been on the come up
Darin' a nigga to run-up
.40 on me, it's a drum [?]
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I know niggas from Atlanta that got broads
That's a designer for you dumb-ass hoes
I pull on the scene with a new Glock
Moncler pants on me like I crack cards
Say she wanna fuck 'cause I'm a rap star
Eh, wrong, lil' bitch, you know I'm a rockstar [?]
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