Текст песни Juice - Scooney

Let me hold the gun is that alright wit you Raheem
I moved a ton let me tell you what these eyes done seen
This reality y'all fake as cinema sweet as cinnamon
Rise casually sick as allergies stacking Benjamin's
Might show you how to build a brand up cuz ima businessman
Scared money never made shit you gotta spend to win
Sippin Andre on an island ready to sin again
Fiance hold my Johnson Ho Courtland Finnegan
Pops a Texan ima Titan lightening hits the top of the church steeple when I'm writing
A thief's theme no guidance we was lickn for excitement certified shit no indictments
Dodge a RICO pedigree you see the sequels
Juju run that shit back Jai burner lethal
It's like chilling while I burn that's what I do to write
Yall gon learn ain't nobody close look what I do to mics
Sure of it yal lack confidence you know Rasputia type
Norbits could afford this free game On a cordless in a fortress Sweet James how I talk Bun B murder yo where the chalk