作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Matthew Caprio/Harry Cuschieri/Eduardo Earle

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

Bitch, I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

This Rollie so heavy it's ****in' my wrist up

My pinky ring look like your salary

Countin' this money, it's hard to count calories

Bitch, I been eatin' better than I ever have

Chillin' with the homies on the ave

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm

Ayy

Pull up in the whip, feeling good, finally out the hood

Finally getting money like a real one should (Should)

I'ma take a sip, get a little lit

Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should (Should)

No we ain't friends, got me on ten

Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen (Pen)

Run it back, run it right back like a running back

I remember running with the heater in the backpack (Backpack)

One time coming for the boy, sitting in the void

Never had a family to fill this void (Void)

Lay it on the page just to gage how I feel

I'm the best on my field, if I said it it's real (Real)

Never had shit, never got shit

Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit

Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch

Your shit garbage, better pay homage

Got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Tupac

Bitch I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

I got the juice like I'm Bishop

This Rolex so heavy it’s—