Juice WRLD — Murder Rate Mixed with Freestyle

[Intro: Future] Wheezy outta here [Chorus] Yeah I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah) Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah) If he try me today, he gon' die today On my knees, I been praying for brighter days Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, shit, yeah) I be up working all night and day Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me No one knew me, now bitches surrounding me Ain't no new me, I won't ever change, oh All my niggas, they really stay down for me Double R, SUV, and a Range Rove' I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed [Verse] Weezy F made it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it I love the money so much, I'ma marry it Don't know how to act, I feel like a barbarian He don't want beef, that nigga vegetarian Gun with a silencer, like a librarian I be the reason all these bitches staring She swallow my kids, not good at parenting Pay me a hundred-fifty for appearances I got a Lamborghini from the dealership If I don't buy a car, I put it on my wrist (Gleam, gleam) Rocking red, just like Popovich Shooting like Stockton, ain't nobody stopping it They pocket watching, ain't nobody robbin' this Give him the MAC-11 with the cooling kit (Ooh-ooh) My niggas coming for you (Ooh) My niggas coming for you (Ooh) Ain't no telling what they gon' do Catch you at the red light, pull up, vroom She ride my dick like a witch on a broom When he walked in, we smell bitch in the room Ayy, shoot that dude Brah-brah-brah coming out that tool [Chorus] Yeah I get higher than the murder rate (Huh, yeah) Shut the fuck up, I can't concentrate (Huh, shit, yeah) If he try me today, he gon' die today On my knees, I been praying for brighter days Got the meter assist, shot a fade away (Hoo, shit, yeah) I be up working all night and day Your bitch swallow my dick, said she proud of me No one knew me, now bitches surrounding me Ain't no new me I won't ever change, oh All my niggas, they really stay down for me Double R, SUV and a Range Rove' I'ma pull off, I'm doing a high speed [Verse] Freestyle on Instagram Live bitch I'm getting this money I stack it Heartbreak, music it happens I thank god I made it at rapping Like a poetry slam I be snapping I'm sick of these goofy's reacting They just wanna get a reaction But see I can't let that shit happen I'ma speak on the real shit Problems that nobody don't wanna speak on Problems that every single one of us deal with Just tell the devil to be gone Look in the mirror like nigga we on I feel like Drake 'cause nigga we made it Look in the mirror my eyes is red is hell fire Like my nigga I'm faded Fuck is you saying run up on me and I'm spraying But I really hate all the violence See I'm from Chicago where niggas be killing to kill We'll kill to keep them quiet And that's just a problem I got to solve it I don't got the answers I just be looking Anxiety tweaking It got me geeking It got shaking Don't what I'm doing but fuck it I do it Fuck I ball like I'm Kobe I'm in the fourth like Ginobili You know what you told me They told me time is money So I need APs and a Rollie (Ayy) Run up on me boy you foonie I just may go pass that gun to my homie (Ayy) I got snaked on by my brodie And I know it (Hah) [Chorus] Yeah! I'ma add you to the murder rate I've shitting these niggas they constapate (Yeah) Choppa fucking the nigga no masterbate Pull on me the injured may die today But I'm not trying cry today [Outro] Yeah, Hahahaha