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 nigga
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 nigga that caught a body, got in that room, told everything
Watch what you tell these hos, once they get mad, bitches switch teams
Nigga did a year in jail, got out, tryna preach like he push a tip
Wanna be gang righter than blood, tryna see how a nigga 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