Slime Poetry (Intro)

In these streets, it takes some time when you on your grind

I was runnin' around with blood and I ain't doin' time

Mama say, everything your friends do, it'll follow you

But I still ain't listen 'cause I'm livin' fast

Put a switch on, back that Glock and bust that ****

Bro, they got a phone and a junkie, steady callin'

And we had dreams, we gon' ball just like Spalding

Stuck inside the trenches, yeah, I'm all in

I seen that cash close on faces that I never thought I'd see

When you out here with that heat, you can't fumble in these streets

Two, three on my shoes, two, three on my heel with a beam

Get a bitch some shoes 'fore I ever buy a bitch a ring

Might wear some True Religion, true to my religion, slim beliefs

I don't even want no Sprite if that shit ain't even mixed up with no lean

Ramp this big head chop', might make this bitch sing like Alicia Keys

Call bro to chop a doctor, he fuck around, put a switch on the ARP

Don't call my phone about nobody, that shit make me think you a saint

I know a **** that caught a body, got in that room, told everything

Watch what you tell these hos, once they get mad, bitches switch teams

**** did a year in jail, got out, tryna preach like he push a tip

Wanna be gang righter than blood, tryna see how a **** bleed

How you a dumb fella, get out of jail, just by slam your ass police

Ice melt in my cup, I'm sippin' in my body, full of codeine

Long live Juice WRLD, I fuck around, go to sleep, have lucid dreams