Juice WRLD — Feel Like A God Studio Session

[Intro] Sleepin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb Oh-oh, oh, yeah Wheezy outta here [Chorus] Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young Rich and dangerous, all in one [Post-Chorus] Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she don't know I got all these niggas lookin' dumb She don't know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God, I feel like a God [Verse 1] .40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh You know what that means, you niggas ain't see it comin' I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us Fuck with my slimes, that's an homi' I don't mind catching a body Percocet pop with a Molly Codeine cup, make me drowsy Woah, woah, Juicе, King Tut, gold on me Yeah, you got your niggas, but what's a nigga to a army? The pеrfect point guard, damn it, you niggas can't guard me That's a mix of Jordan, Hardaway, and Kyrie Irving [Chorus] Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young Rich and dangerous, all in one [Post-Chorus] Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she don't know I got all these niggas lookin' dumb She don't know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God, I feel like a God [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ever since I can remember, I been lookin' for the dollars I put Dolce & Gabbana on my pants and my collar, uh I be with them niggas that got hands on them choppas, yeah So I don't got to worry about Violence, no problems, yeah, yeah You'll get smoked tryna touch me or my dough Let you know stupid ho You got to the count of four to get off of my property My niggas'll smoke you and take yo' money, nigga, monopoly Look at my house, it's big as fuck It look like a metropolis Yo' girl on toppin' this Slobbin' on my hockey stick She give me so much brain, I thought that I was her psychiatrist Smokin' on loud, ain't no mid Perc-30's are not for kids Run up on me, holdin' your wig I got my hand on my SIG Big old guns, not for kids, yeah Keep them in my crib Oh-na-na [Mumbling] Look at my money, bitch, my money long Talkin' that shit, lil' nigga, you don't belong I broke that bitch heart 'cause she did me wrong Double back, I'm rich, ho And my watch cost your rent, ho [Chorus] Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young Rich and dangerous, all in one [Post-Chorus] Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she don't know I got all these niggas lookin' dumb She don't know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God, I feel like a God