Juice WRLD – Juice WRLD Speaks 2 Lyrics

Juice WRLD Speaks 2

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"Juice WRLD Speaks 2." - Juice WRLD

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:34 pm

Album: Fighting Demons (Lyric Video Version)

Track No: 32

Rex made the beat, so you know I gotta murder it
They act all tough, but in person, they be murmurin'
And mumblin', pull a gun out, they get to stumblin', tumblin'
And the chopper get to thunderin'
Shittin' on all these haters, like, where the plunger at?
I'm excited 'cause now, I can throw a party and all the people that hated on me won't be invited
True Religion on me like the Buddha, Indian style, I'm enlightened
I remember up in kindergarten, the teacher told me I wouldn't be shit
And then she saw me play the piano and made all the other kids seasick
Even though I got a couple demons, I'm still screamin' out, "Thank Jesus"
Upside down pyramid on me just to compliment the Jesus pieces
I was a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh, that's why I pull cards on these stupid hoes
Got a arrow, not a bullet, Cupid ho, ha, yeah
I pop Perc's to numb all the pain 'cause it hurt to live
I gotta take everything 'cause sometimes, it hurt to give
I make money even though sometimes, it don't make sense
Speakin' of takin' everything, it's time to take shits on every single person that said I wouldn't do it
Every single person that said I was stupid
Every single person that said I was that Netflix special, what's the name of the show? Ah, Clueless
But no, I ain't clueless, I got this
I'm on top so now, nobody can top this
Now it's time to change the topic
I got a way with words, like I'm runnin' with a phonics book
In school, I didn't do the homework but I still got the subjects
Money ain't the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that
I'm successful but I feel like my head sometimes a little dreadful
I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal
Now I'm ridin' bikes, pedal to the metal
I don't even gotta pedal, it's a throttle, so excuse me
These **** faker than some optical illusions
I be lookin' like, "What the fuck is you doing?"
You ain't gettin' money, you ain't changin' shit, you ain't changin' the world, you just stupid
Talkin' bout you crackin' cards, sellin' drugs, killin' **** and going hard
Watch a real **** come up in your car, now you lookin' all scared
Finna piss yourself, shit yourself, you gotta admit yourself, you need some help
I gotta admit myself, I'm on these drugs, feel like I can't save myself
Sometimes I wanna take myself and break myself so I can reshape myself, huh
Nobody ever felt the pain I felt, so I share it
Put it out to the whole world, I ain't embarrassed
Bunch of these **** is my sons
I apologize to 'em cause I been a bad parent
Don't try me 'cause I'm not the one, see I won't even count to two

Writer(s): Jarad Higgins & Rex Kudo.

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