[ Featuring JANE HANDCOCK ]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(N-N-Nonstop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a laundry list a mile long
If you don't call it like you see it
Get the dial tone, I got to go
I can't do yes men or a brown nose
Can't be around those
Trendy nigga swagger, lost and found clothes
I ride my own wave, facts
But I'm intrigued by a few, I see potential
But I'm probably just deceived by the view
My heart's sincere as it appears
Man, I'm three hundred proof
Top three, I'm number 0, I can't be one or two
Because y'all be the type to turn to Pac
And do Raheem for the juice, I'ma be more to Q
Built for it, but ain't got that anger built toward it
Kilt cordless, and return to my set
Know I rock 'cause if they sent for me
It's nothing but vets
All along was meant to be
I'm the one, the one is me
This what they gon' come to see
I walk it out so comfortably
A trunk load, no junking me
Hands work, no punking me
The bad ones do their stunts for me
They forever f*ck with me
I'm forever sucker free, that never change
My money up a hundred million
I know they respect the gains
Above all respect the game
If they don't, I probably check it
So I hope you got a vest
If you a threat to my investments
Half of me observe, but my better half aggressive
Take note of the bad shit, memories selective
It really be subjective, I fight battles every day
I take pride in my antennas
I think everything a play
Can't pull shit over my head
I don't bullshit over my bread
Try to fill me up with no gossip
I don't give a f*ck what they said
Stupid dummy on edge
If a nigga come for my basket
My cousins gon' be present
And his presence gon' be absent, you feel me?
I got the juice (I got the juice)
As I grow and get more smarter
I got the juice (I got the juice, yes I do, do)
My future looks way more further than I came from (sometimes, sometimes)
Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones
Ain't that the truth (ain't that the truth)
If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you
Rooted in the hood, but not a hoodlum, just a product
They say it take a village, I'm the image of a potluck
I'm mixed with something that got stuck
Something that got they knots up
Couple cousins knocked up, was telling me to not rush
Met my girl in college, six years later I left it in
Had some family troubles, I still battle my skeletons
Black love full of melanin, ride like a Peloton
Humble, but I was arrogant
Karma just couldn't tell me shit, I learned tho
Venting in my journal
I ain't got no interest in the women I done yearned for
New leaf I done turned on
New cheese I done earned, bro
Family job, city friends, dammit, I'm the Kernel
Man of my word, woah
Growth is real I bent the knee, so she know the deal
I've been a Christian all my life, just call me Holyfield
My girl was moving without me
I know how Jody feel, doing Kobe drills
Ease my mind hope I slowly heal
I'm bouncing back, happy counting stacks
Bought some acres too, cut some trees down
So the living room could display the view
I played the fool, then right after I elevated smooth
Embraced the move my family estate
That's how my day conclude
Diaper duty, come from a workout, wipe his booty
Know that wifey moody
Not the type you just buy some Gucci's
Swear my life a movie, still winning despite the oopsies
Enticing coochie, couldn't imagine the Tyson groupies
I'ma a different breed, not a common individual
I done have the same phone number
Since back in middle school, it's principle
Bells ding when my name uttered
They love me in The Forum when it's smokey
Like Chris Tucker, motherf*cker
I got the juice (I got the juice)
As I grow and get more smarter
I got the juice (I got the juice, yes I do, do)
My future looks way more further than I came from (sometimes, sometimes)
Sometimes we gotta walk away from loved ones
Ain't that the truth (ain't that the truth)
If you believe in anyone on Earth, makes sure it's you
