Juice in my cup

(Damn how the streets know my name on a first name basis)

I could slur my words and they still gunn' feel it

I been in and out them cuffs so much my wrists aching

I use to have them state trays now my scallops wrapped with bacon

We don't need the preview cuz we never gunna play it

I could keep my ass right on this couch and still be clouted

I'ma keep on stacking it up until it's a mountain

Every time I'm at the fucking plate I bat a thousand

I been counting all this cheese and you can't get past the bouncer

I use to use the EBT but now my money blue

He asked for the feature for free but who he talking to