Correction Paroles Overseer (Omen) + Freestyle par Juice WRLD

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Oh
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah

Feel like The Omen, my eyes are rolling, stuck in the moment
Protection on me, ain't talking Trojan, pullin' up, blowin'
Walkin' 'round London, a 100K pound on my clothing
I'm runnin' the town and they know it, smokin' on loud and I'm zoning
Smoke out the pound, yee-haw, yo' ho and my ho down, yee-haw
Yo' girl tried to rob my mans, so my b*t*h shot her down, yee-haw
Up and downs on the percs like a see-saw
I'm the wave, these n***as get mad that they stuck in my wave, so I'm calling it see-saw
I don't f**k with no parties but I turn my room to a rave, Molly what we on
I don't bother to learn none of these n***as names, 'cause to me they all peons
I know one when I see one, sh*t, I would hate to be one
It's funny how n***as be hiding they blankets, like it wasn't me they would sleep on
They alarm clock ring, my theme song, yeah
I was, but I can't be broke, yeah, if I go broke, ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin, bury her (Uh-huh)

Blood, sweat, tears, seen some rough years
Now I'm the overseer, sh*ttin' on all my peers
Hit the wood like a lumberjack, no beard
Tryna run up on me, thirty shots to the rear
High as a b*t*h, is it hot in here?
Too high to drive, I let bae steer
If you f**k with the team, we gon' shoot like LeBron
The original 23 Glock, Cavalier
Got a mask on my face, with a beam on my side
Like I'm at Comic-Con with a Light Saber, yeah
Rose gold slugs with the diamonds on the grills
Pills got me sweating like I'm climbing up a hill
My drip getting wetter so her pu**y gettin' wetter
'Til my d**k feel better in that b*t*h like an eel

...ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier...

...ship it from Rio, yeah
A Sagittarius, but drip like Aquarius and I be roaring like Leo, yeah
The game, I'ma marry it, money, I bury it, life just got a little scarier, yeah
Aim for the neck like a Terrier, yeah, on a stack, Ben Franklin, bury her (Uh-huh)

Man, man, man

Freestyle off the top, b*t*h
Run up on me, get hit, got my hand on my stick
I was toting my Glock, stick
She gon' suck on my d**k, she gon' swallow my kids
That lil b*t*h is obnoxious
I count money, I stack it, it's nothing
You know how I run it, I'm out of my pocket
All my n***as be robbing, and back in Chicago
We was rockin' them trueys and robins
All my n***as got ice on they neck and they wrist
And they sliding just like a toboggan
I ain't talking 'bout pencil, a pistol
But I get to rapping, this sh*t out of pocket
Off the top I be freestyling sh*t
Eminem I be 8 miling sh*t
I be wildin', I'm going Bathing Ape
I'm rocking barbarians all on my fit
Talking stupid, R. Kelly with it
Ignorant, I may p*ss on yo b*t*h
I been balling like Kevin Durant
All these n***as ball, Kevin, you can't
N***as pu**y, the f**kin'—
Ooh, haha
I make it look easy, ayy
Truck fit when I skate on that b*t*h
So she think I'm Lil Weezy, ayy
My diamonds so sick, my diamonds so cold
They got me sneezing, ayy
Jimmy Neutron, give me Brain Blast
That lil' b*t*h get to wheezing, ayy
Look, I read that b*t*h like a book
You run up on me, then yo' a** getting took
I poke a b*t*h like I'm on Facebook
All my n***as get cash for real
I don't really give a f**k 'bout a record deal
Just bought a house, I ain't finna lay it—
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on
Just bought a house, I won't drop the location
But nah, I do not live in the hills
I got money for real
You will get popped like a pill
N***as is not in the field
All of my n***as is down for real
All my n***as is down to kill
I know n***as that's down for real
for real
Had my heart broke for real
Yo' b*t*h gave me throat for real
Hit it from the back like a singer
Tryna hit a note for real
Everything I say is the truth
The truth is what I spoke, for real
I feel like I'm Travis Scott, 'cause I got the Antidote for real
N***a I'm doper than—
I'm doper than a writers pen
I don't ever have writers block
But I'll prolly pick up the Glock, shoot you in yo' top
Juiced up so I feel like Pac
Run up on me, then I got a Glock
I'ma hit a dread-head, bloody mop
Listen, I'ma ball on you n***as and these b*t*hes
I've been ballin', b*t*h I feel like a Piston
I march on n***as, I be army enlisted
All these n***as startin' to act like some b*t*hes
So all these n***as start to act like some sissies
I'm just spinning like tornado or twister
"Juice WRLD, he a f**king enigma"
Freestyling on live with my n***as, ayy
Gold in my mouth, Burberry my shirt
Moncler on my pants, I'm making it hurt
Margiela on my shoes when I stomp
I know they dirty 'cause I'm putting in work
N***as know what's up, I be putting in work
Like A$AP Ferg, put him in a hearse
I'm finna go buy my b*t*h a new purse
Birkin' bag 200, off of this earth
Maxlord what you on?
He just walked out of the room, he gone
No, he ain't walk out the room
He was just prolly finna turn the lights off or the lights on
I'ma freestyle, done it all night long
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta write songs
I'll freestyle, I don't gotta right wrongs
Skate on they block like they want some, ayy
Smokin' on that King Kong, yeah
Run up on me you gone
Transform in the Lambo like Megatron, yeah
I'ma put my team on
NLMB, No Limit, we strong, yeah
150 where I belong
GDK, EBK, you know we on, yeah
Money is super long, yeah
Shoutout to Kyro, shoutout to Bibby
Shoutout G-Money, shoutout to Maneski
Shoutout to Herbo, shoutout my n***as
They gonna leave a f**k n***a stanking
This not a joke, I am not pranking
What is you doing? F**k was you thinking?
Why is you tweakin'? I'll leave you leakin'
Hit that b*t*h, CeCe like Weekend, ayy
B*t*h I'm good
At this rapping sh*t, so it's understood
Hope it's understood
That these n***as are okay
But b*t*h I'm good
I'm good
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm good

And for everybody sain' I sold my soul, n***a my soul belong to god
That sh*t belongs to Jesus Christ
And my heart belongs to Ally
So, haha haha

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