Juice WRLD — Back In Chicago Studio Session

[Chorus] I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?) You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh [Verse 1] I was 13 tryna steal a Moncler Now I could buy everything in Moncler Give away the clothes that I don't wear, 'cause I still care Even though I don't give a fuck, I guess I still care I can't see my demons but I know they still there Even though these drugs will kill me, no I'm not scarеd Chop up Percs in my double cup Had to take thе Gucci sweater off, I started throwing up Had to put that .40 in a foreign, niggas was runnin' up Two shots to the gut, he need a shit bag, his stomach bust That nigga ain't waking up, 911 come scrape him up Keep a toaster in that Gucci bag, might have to come bake him up [Bridge] Ah Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na na, no, na na, no, no [Chorus] I'm back in Chicago, I flew first class I'm a rich man, I came up on they broke ass Copping clothes, attracting hoes that they can't grab I'm doing shows, not for the low, I need 10 racks Did I say 10? I can't count, I need fifty, fifty Ain't no fightin' when I'm around, I got a semi with me (Ya dig?) You want a feature with your budget, I need a pretty penny I'm so sorry I can't help it but I feel too sedated, yuh [Verse 2] Huh, you don't want no smoke, huh, ayy L-O-L, laugh to the bank, but that ain't no joke, huh, ayy You ain't rich nigga, you know that you're broke You know you a bitch nigga, yeah, you know, you know, huh, ayy, hohoho Bad girl takin' two anovaces Fuck her vacation, I'm vacation Talk shit, leave your brains on the pavement Fuck is you sayin'? You think I'm playin'? Down my hair, I'm feelin' like a [?] Slay 'em, Halo with that shit, I call it slayer Bad bitch, evil kid, took her to my lair Save all the flavor, don't save her for later, yeah Ayy, uh, huh, you get popped, I ain't cardin' up I still milly rock on all your blocks, huh, yeah, ayy She gon' ride my lile a Harly Stop me, time for me to roll up the molly Uh, ayy, huh, ayy Molly in my double cup I got two blunt, what you call that? A doubledot Pull up on scene, choppa hit his ass, hit him up Ambulance stay on my phone like somebody can pick him up, yeah Ayy, you a bitch nigga, ya dig? I'm a ditch digger, huh You get disfigured Washed up like a dish, nigga Ball hard, I'm a swish nigga, uh I'll shoot one time, one time, I won't miss in niggas, ayy, yeah That just how it go Pull up on scene with a different ho "All girls are the same" on a radio I remember when they was callin' me hella crazy bro Now I'm up next, huh, ayy This shit come in tighter, it's some rough sex, uh, ayy Pull up on the scene with a new, huh, TEC White girl give me good brain, a rough neck You don't really want no smoke, nah You know that that shit not in your best interest 'Member stayin' close of Ebay and Pinterest Now I'm goin' hard, ain't no Kevin Durant, yeah I solded out the blue, yeah, huh I solded out the blue, yeah, huh It was me then it was you See I never played the fool They told me that I should've stayed in school I solded out the blue It was me then it was you See I never played the fool They told me that I should've stayed in school But I flunked out, got my money up Leave the trunk out incese he runin' up I don't gotta tote the gun because my brother will, huh I don't gotta hit you up because my brother kills I don't really got no time for the drama, ho I'm the president Rollie, feelin' like Obama, ho AK on my hip, I call that shit little Osama, ho All my niggas gettin' money, you know this just how it go, uh Niggas iffy, got the sticky tucked, feel like gummo Closet lookin' like a gunshow, let you guys know They don't want no problems, goon and a Goblin I'm the God of this rap shit so I went and cuffed the Goddess, huh What you on? I'm just tryna be modest I'm flyin' without tryin', call that shit autopilot My gun look like a librarian, you know it will keep the silence Fuck all of that, stop the violence, I guees that I'm violent, ya dig? I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix She said my music lyrics are demented I said it's funny, bae, you just don't get them, ya dig? Huh I'ma fuck her to some Jimi Hendrix She said my music lyrics are demented They funny, baby, you just never get them Pop a Xan, I'm fucked her, then forget it Pop it like a zit Pull up on the scene, choppa aimin' with the stick, yeah I don't got no problems same the place, same the pic, yeah R. Kelly with that bitch, I'ma take a piss, yeah Tell 'em rest in piss, yeah, tell 'em rest in clips, yeah Tell 'em rest in this, yeah, they can suck a dick, yeah Blackout the night, damn, look like an eclipse, yeah They was talkin' down to me, way to how get hit, yeah I make hit after hit, I won't miss, check my stacks Run up on me, you get popped After that I pop a flat May hit yo' bitch from the back She gon' have a asthma attack Run up with that choppa, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm finna let it blast That bitch sing just like she CeCe Winans Fuckin' now she moanin' if she want it Need me, are you still drop my lean in a bottle of FIJI I even try one of the half of [?] I look in the mirror, I don't see me I see a demon that they want on TV, ayy Lookin' at my music, I don't see me I see a demon, [?] singin' I look in the mirror, I don't see me I see a demon that they want on TV Listen to my music, you won't hear, ayy Only you do if you listen clearly Ain't the same nigga that I was last year Hennessy and Remi, I ain't drinkin' no beer Too drunk, you get fucked up if you fuck with somebody that's fucked up, ya dig? Uh, ayy, brand new gun, I can't wait to use it Ike Turner with it, beat it up, abuse it Run up on my bitch, leave you broozin' Like a crack head, huh, leave you toothless Bitch, I'm roofless, like my car is I'm a dog, collar 'round my neck, I guess I'm barkin' Three hundred marchin' on that shit just like a spartan Guess I need a squadron, guess I need a squadron I feel like Future, only tryna be honest