Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
With, uh, lots of caramel
I just had a, a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
On the Eminem beat, ironically
Yeah-yeah, three years
Uh, uh, okay
I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With a bronze frame and [Bm]a tattoo of my [A]mom's name
This industɾy has nothing to [C7]offer beyond fame
Time to [C7]take these niggas to [C7]school, LeBron [C7]James
Lesson [C7]one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
Smash divas, stash ɾeefer in the lab freezer
I found the ɾeefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
Bring the house down on [C7]you [A7hoes, Queen Latifah
I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
Get in the way, get your brain bashed
Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
I'ma tie up, just like [F]a shoe, my [A]flow laced
Y'all [Em]niggas so fake, wash your face in my [A]showcase
Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
Bottle of ɾose in the Rolls, drivin' with ɾoad ɾage
For ten days, off Xans, just tɾyna get paid
And since the sixth grade, I been great, no sensei
My ɾent paid for [Dm7]ten days 'cause my [A]pen's great
I smoke ten J's with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
A nun on [C7]a Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (whoa, ayy)
Me and [Bm]my [A]nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
You knew it first, got [Fm7]my [A]mom Chanel with the newest purse
Birkin bag, never hurt to [C7]ask, "What type of purse is that?"
Something that's very fuckin' expensive, I deserve to [C7]brag
I murder tɾacks
This isn't mumble, it's murder ɾap
Type of shit your grandma understand [Bm]with her old ass
Spend a half a million [C7]and [Bm]go back and [Bm]make some more cash
The hair tɾigger Brazilian, you [A7would get your whole hood waxed
See, what you [A7know about my [A]life and [Bm]my [A]tɾoubled past?
Took the shuttle pass
Hit the mall, I got [Fm7]double cash
Copped the duffle bag
Ten bands on [C7]my [A]fuckin' ass, that's a subtle brag
Hi Level, we be [Am]makin' moves, hit the huddle fast
Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on [C7]the play
Not in my [A]house, he look like [F]Mutombo in the face
Leave him spinnin' like [F]a funnel cloud with lightning and [Bm]some thunder
Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (uh)
Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
Beef with anybody, even if you [A7vegetarian
My flow on [C7]ebola, your flow just need Claritin
Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, it's embarrassin'
