Just Juice — Heart of Steel
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I used to follow my dreams but now they’re changing like the seasons
Some are (summer) the reason the winner (winter) inside won’t lay defeated, best believe it
And I ain’t saying that dreams don’t fall (fall) through, but when they all do
You better all see me spring (spring) back to the standing of my tall view
Juice is all in your headset, Juice is all in your spectacles
Juice is next, we the best yet, holding it down for the rest of you
The vestibule I’m stepping in, get greeted by my centerfolds
Women’ll get you begging, never let them get the best of you
It’s Just Juice like fresh-squeezed, give it my all ’til I’m empty
Finna ball, finna ball, like NBA, the newest MVP
I studied the game and I’m making my entry, I keep it a century
And if my enemies won’t see my shine they’ll seize when I shine like epilepsy
Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some tokens
I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
There he go, there he go, coming up out your stereo
Appalling how he’s buzzing, he’s nutting honeys like Cheerios
Bees beg for the D, he’s sipping the finest Perignon
Marriott chilling, they grilling him sliced filet mignon
Bottles of vodka tipping, lifted off the ganja, twisting
Tops of the lids pop, Ciroc up on the ottoman
Kissing as we listen to crickets clicking their legs
In the end, shit gets better, if not, then it’s not the end
I got my Nikes tied tight, I’m in a cab to catch a class
Grab my glasses, bumping Fab’, as I’m gasping, I can’t relax
I gotta breathe, but something’s keeping me raspy
In attempt to ditch the laughter, I’m skipping math in the bathroom
Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some tokens
I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
Trek with devices, I’ve perfected, the mic, deadliest weapon
I strike with all my might, though the mighty might need to lessen
The lesson, with the best is the less is never the question
Unless, less is the best but the best is less of perfection, so check it
Set my sentiment into every residence
Settling in your tenement, better bet it’s for betterment
Never letting negative energy get the best of me
I’ll live it in the minute, gifted cause it’s the present
Who you representing? I stand for a generation
You standing before the same damn thing that 1 in 10 did
You get it? What 1 in 10 did, what one intended
That’s not a lot to honor, but fuck it, no pun intend
Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some tokens
I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
Okay, okay… Yo… Rock with me… Peace…
Hey yo, last night was chill as fuck, we were kicking it with the homies
Then we ran into what’s-her-face, but what were you saying about that dream?
Yo, I don’t even know man… Like, everything I was touching was turning to gold…
Then I woke up…
