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masterpiece - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
ah, look
i got my family in the booth with me
man, it’s peter, frank, tiko, jamie, brandon, my n*gga zay, you feel me? haha
man, i’m just a young fly n*gga
but, this for the people people who say i can’t rap, like i got them bars, uh

[verse]
now these xans got me tweakin’
f*ck it, i’ma pop a few more and get to sleepin’
hoes on my d*ck, got her wet, shorty leakin’
i’ma f*ck her on the weekend while i’m listenin’ to weeknd
d*mn, i’m swimmin’ through this money, on the deep end
you run up on me, that’s okay, you drownin’ on the deep end
that four*five hit ’em, make his head fall apart
boy, your girl givin’ brain, but that b*tch never smart
i finessed her, life is just a blessing
got my hand toted on that f*ckin’ smith and wesson
if i catch him, i’ma k!ll him and teach his ass a lesson
i shoot a motherf*cker if i ever feel threatened
so i never feel threatened, and then the pain lessens
i’ma pop drugs, they my teachers, that’s the lesson
mix ’em with the water, make ’em disappear
magic trick, harry potter when a n*gga reappear
in the kitchen, water whippin’, can you relate, n*gga?
are you early to the party? are you late, n*gga?
run up on me, that’s okay, you get baked, n*gga
i get to cookin’ motherf*ckers, soufflé, n*gga
i got the beats on this beat, dr. dre, n*gga
in the club drunk, that’s that f*ckin’ alize, n*gga
shout out to zay, n*gga, we some alcoholics
we some ball*a*holics, i’ma ball until i die
ball until i’m fallin’, i should be signed to [?]
n*ggas talkin’ stupid ’til i run in his apartment
i been selling drugs like they ship to what department?
store n*ggas talkin’ sh*t ’til i run up and k!ll them
more, make a body flip like parkour
then again i’m tryna f*ck the world, no hard p*rn
n*ggas talkin’ that sh*t ’til a body get torn apart
d*mn right, i’m that man, please don’t get me started
kickin’ b*tches out the crib, they compare me to martin
i may pull up in that aston and mixed with the martin
n*ggas talkin’ h*lla sh*t ’til i run up and spark ’em
iron on my hip, they compare me to tony stark
’cause i’m tony stark and back to the books
they say i’m noah’s ark and the rosa park and d*mn right
n*ggas know i’m goin’ crazy, do this sh*t all night
motherf*ckers talkin’ stupid, boy, long flight
’cause i swear i’m fly forever
yeah, i swear i’m fly forever
wrist so cold, it could change the weather
i hope you’re prepared for a blizzy summer
look, uh
now i’ma let the glizzy shoot
i don’t give a f*ck what a p*ssy n*gga do
run up on me, i’ma hang him, somebody hand me the noose
i am sick of all this truce, i want the war, f*ck a truce
superman up in this booth, i don’t even need a cape
i’m just tryna f*ck the world, they accusin’ me of rape
run up on me, i’ma k!ll ’em, put the pistol to your face
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a pencil but i leave his ass erased, okay
i’m coolin’ with my guys more that usual
n*ggas talkin’ stupid but i’ll mix you like a rubix cube
i’m smart with this rap sh*t and you a dumb n*gga
shoot you in your chest a few times, i’m a numb n*gga, uh
yeah, this sh*t is painless, umbrella for the club, i’m on that rain sh*t
window pain sh*t, out the crib martin payne sh*t
b*tches painless, run up on you with that tec, b*tch
i’m in a tank like master pete
picasso on the track, i’ma spit a master piece
i’ma slave, so hold on, would a master please
come take these gold diamond chains off of me? huh

- juice wrld lyrics

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