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Juice Wrld - Hate The Other Side Demo 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]
Got pain in my heart
Mello made it right
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Bougie off the ecstasy, I might act rude, uh
I lost gang members, I can't act cool, uh
I got gang scriptures in my tattoos
I was runnin' from the police in my trap shoes
Posted, tryna flip a hundred, I couldn't buy food
Come from nothin', but I blossomed to a tycoon
Betrayal scars, can't stop thinkin' 'bout them stab wounds
We might not catch him today but he gon' die soon
I'm from Chicago, she said she like my accent
I'm from Chicago where Glocks what we react with
Standin' tall, make him tumble when that MAC spit
Bitch, I'm a gangster, I just took off on some rap shit (Off on some rap shit)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Okay I got a bad bitch and a nice hoe
She like how my diamonds hit, baby welcome to the lightshow
She gon let me swim in it left stroke, right stroke
Feel like I got this shit perfected like a maestro
And this bitch can't get to know me, she just like my persona
With the squad, but deep down in this shit I'm alone
And still do it for the hood like I'm Adrian Broner
And my lil' shorties earn a stripes before they get a diploma
Scoring like a fast break, pull up quick and he gone
I pull up, they like, "Who is that?", my Bentley sick like Corona
Smoking gas for the stress that made me turn to a stoner
All you smell is dead niggas in the aroma

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it's money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don't get caught between the lines
Last nigga we got busy on got hit between the eyes
Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side