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back in chicago (10 minute version) - juice wrld lyrics

[chorus]
i’m back in chicago, i flew first class
i’m a rich man, i came up on they broke ass
coppin’ clothes, attractin’ hoes that they can’t grab
i’m doing shows, not for the low, i need 10 racks
did i say 10? i can’t count, i need 50 50
ain’t no fightin’ when i’m around, i got semi with me (ya dig?)
you want a feature with your budget, i need a pretty penny
i’m so sorry i can’t help it but i feel too sedated, yuh

[verse 1]
i was 13 tryna steal a moncler
now i could buy everything in moncler
give away the clothes that i don’t wear, ’cause i still care
even though ion don’t give a f*ck, i guess i still care
i can’t see my demons but i know they still there
even though these drugs will k!ll me, no i’m not scarеd
chop up percs in my double cup
had to take thе gucci sweater off, i started throwin’ up
had to put that .40 in a foreign, n*ggas was runnin’ up
two shots to the gut, he need a sh*t bag, his stomach bust
that n*gga ain’t wakin’ up, 911 come scr*pe him up
keep a toaster in that gucci bag, might have to come bake him up
[bridge]
ah
na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na
nana, no, nana, no, no

[verse 2]
i saw it out the blue
it was me, then it was you
see i never played the fool
they say i shoulda stayed in school
but i flunked out, got my money up
leave the trunk out, it can’t see you runnin’ up
i don’t gotta tote the gun because my brother will, huh
i don’t gotta hit you up because my brother k!lls
i don’t really got no time for no drama, no
i’m the president rollie, feelin’ like obama, ho
ak on my hip, i call that sh*t little osama, ho
all my n*ggas gettin’ money, you know this just how it go, uh
n*ggas iffy, uh, got the sticky tucked, feel like gun mode
closet lookin’ like a gunshow, let you guys know
they don’t want no problems, goon and a goblin
i’m a god at this rap sh*t so i went and cuffed the goddess, huh
what you on? i’m just tryna be modest
i’m fly without tryin’, call that sh*t autopilot
my gun a librarian, you know it keep the silence
f*ck all of that, stop the violence, i guess that i’m violent, ya dig?
f*ck dis, i’ma f*ck her to some jimi hendrix
she tell me that my lyrics are demented
they funny, baby, you just never get them
pop a xan, i’m f*ck her, then forget, it
pop it like a zit, yuh
pull up on the scene, choppa aimin’ with the stick, yeah
i don’t got no problems same the place, send the pic, yeah
r. kelly with that b*tch, i’ma take a p*ss, yeah
tell ’em rest in p*ss, yeah, tell ’em rest in clips, yeah
tell ’em rest in this, yeah, they can suck a d*ck, yeah
blackout the night, d*mn, look like an eclipse, yeah
they was talkin’ down to me, way until he get hit, yeah
i make hit after hit, i won’t miss, check my stacks
run up on me, you get popped
after that i pop a flat
may hit yo’ b*tch from the back
she gon’ have a asthma attack
run up with that choppa, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m finna let it blast
that b*tch sing just like she cece winans
f*ckin’ now she moanin’ and she whinin’
percocets with the strong marijuana
i’m really drake with it, i started from the bottom
came a long way from the bas*m*nt
perkys had me shakin’ in that b*tch like a haitian
‘member when i almost overdose off the green sh*t
‘member when i almost took too much, yeah, that bean sh*t
[chorus]
i’m back in chicago, i flew first class
i’m a rich man, i came up on they broke ass
coppin’ clothes, attractin’ hoes that they can’t grab
i’m doing shows, not for the low, i need 10 racks
did i say 10? i can’t count, i need 50 50
ain’t no fightin’ when i’m around, i got semi with me (ya dig?)
you want a feature with your budget, i need a pretty penny
i’m so sorry i can’t help it but i feel too sedated, yuh

[bridge]
ah
na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na
nana, no, nana, no, no

[verse 3]
looking in the mirror, i don’t see me, ay
i see a demon that they want on tv, ay
listenin’ to my music you won’t hear me, ay
only really if you listen clearly, uh
ain’t the same n*gga that i was last year
hennessy and remi, i ain’t drinkin’ no beers
too drunk, you get f*cked up if you f*ck with somebody that’s f*cked up, ya dig?
uh, ayy, brand new gun, i can’t wait to use it, uh
ike turner with it, beat it up, abuse it, ya
run up on my b*tch, uh, leave you broozin’
like a crack head, huh, leave you toothless
b*tch, i’m roofless, like my car is
i’m a dog, collar ’round my neck, i guess i’m barkin’
300 marchin’ on that sh*t just like a spartan
guess i need a squadron, guess i need a squadron
ayy, i’m runnin’ up a check while they runnin’ out of options
run up, that’s okay, we get it poppin’
me and my lady went to the gucci store, we shoppin’
bedroom down, panties droppin’
bad girl take her to an oasis
f*ck a vacation, on vacation
talk sh*t, leave your brains on a pavement
f*ck is you sayin’? you think i’m playin’?
dye my hair, i’m feelin’ like super saiyan
slay ’em, halo with the sh*t, i call it slayer
bad b*tch, evil kid, took her to my lair
savor the flavor, don’t save her for later, yeah
ayy, uh, huh, you get popped, i ain’t cardi, no
i still milly rock on all your blocks, huh, yeah, ayy
she gon’ ride my d*ck like a harley, uh ay, huh ay
stop me, time for me to roll up the marley
uh, ayy, whuh, ayy
molly in my double cup
i got two blunts, what you call that, double dutch
pull up on scene, choppa hit his ass, hit him up, yuh
ambulance stay on my phone like somebody come pick him up, yeah
ayy, you a b*tch n*gga, ya dig?
i’m a ditch digger, huh
you get disfigured
washed up like a dish, n*gga
ball hard, i’mma switch n*gga, uh
i’ll shoot one time, one time, i won’t miss in n*ggas, ayy, yeah
that just how it how it go
pull up on the scene with a different ho
“all girls are the same” on the radio
i remember when they was callin’ me a lil crazy bro
now i’m up next, huh, ayy
this sh*t come in tighter, it’s some rough s*x, uh, ayy
pull up on the scene with a new, huh, tec
white girl give me good brain, a rough neck
you don’t really want no smoke, nah
you know that that sh*t not in your best interest
‘member spendin clothes on ebay and pinterest
now i’m goin’ harder than kevin durant is
[chorus]
i’m back in chicago, i flew first class
i’m a rich man, i came up on they broke ass
coppin’ clothes, attractin’ hoes that they can’t grab
i’m doing shows, not for the low, i need 10 racks
did i say 10? i can’t count, i need 50 50
ain’t no fightin’ when i’m around, i got semi with me (ya dig?)
you want a feature with your budget, i need a pretty penny
i’m so sorry i can’t help it but i feel too sedated, yuh

[bridge]
ah
na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na
nana, no, nana, no, no

[verse 4]
ay, lookin’ in a mirror, i see demons
lookin’ at her face, i see my s*m*n, ay ay
ballin’ to the point, i need a jersey, uh, ay
kyrie irving, i will never win man
point guard, take off
sh*t dead, nate dogg
you want beef i’m finna give you steak sauce
dat sh*t dead keep it in a graveyard
stomp the yard, leave yo sh*t like breezy
goon, goblin, sh*t like lil weezy
movin’ up like the jeffersons
dat b*tch don’t want me
dat lil b*tch need me
huh, i’m on top b*tch
i get top b*tch in a drop top whip
first time in cali, i was in a bentley truck
brodi had the semi truck
d*mn n*gga don’t run it up
ayy, i remember i would crack cars
now i crack bars, i (?) too far, ayy
i remember takin xan bars
wakin’ up passed out in the front yard, ayy
huh, you don’t want no smoke, huh, ayy
l*o*l, laugh to the bank, but that ain’t no joke, huh, ayy
you ain’t rich n*gga, you know that you’re broke
you know you a b*tch n*gga, yeah, you know, you know, huh, ayy
ay your girlfriend got my name tatted on her breast
you ain’t see it yet, you ain’t see it yet?
on top get top from a high thot
pull up on em on a high block
jump a n*gga like hop scotch

[bridge]
ah
na, na, na, na
na, na, na, na
nana, no, nana, no, no

[chorus]
i’m back in chicago, i flew first class
i’m a rich man, i came up on they broke ass
copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can’t grab
i’m doing shows, not for the low, i need 10 racks
did i say 10? i can’t count, i need fifty, fifty
ain’t no fightin’ when i’m around, i got a semi with me (ya dig?)
you want a feature with your budget, i need a pretty penny
i’m so sorry i can’t help it but i feel too sedated, yuh

- juice wrld lyrics

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