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Juice Wrld - Keep Save Murder Rate Freestyle Lyrics

[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 1]
Weezy F madе it, I'm finna kill it, go ahead and bury it
I got my gun, I'ma Mariah Carey it
I love thе 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 2]
Freestyle on Instagram Live, bitch I'm getting this money, I stack it
Heartbreak music, it happens
I thank God I made it at rappin'
Like a poetry slam, I be snappin'
I'm sick of these goofies reactin'
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 want to speak on
Problems that every single one of us deal with, uh
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, it's hellfire, like my nigga, I'm faded
Fuck is you sayin', run up on me, then I'm sprayin'
But I really hate all the violence
See, I'm from Chicago where niggas be killing to kill
We'll kill to keep 'em quiet
And it's just a problem, I got to solve it
I don't got the answers
I just been lurking, anxiety, tweaking
It got me geekin', it got me shakin'
Don't know what I'm doin' but fuck it, I do it
Fuck it, I ball like I'm Kobe
I'm in the 4th like Ginóbili
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 phony
I may just go pass the gun to my homie, ayy
I got snaked on by my brodie, and I know it, haha
Ayy, yeah
I'ma add you to the murder rate, yeah
I'm the shit and these niggas, they constipate, ha, yeah
Choppa fuckin' the nigga, no masturbate
Pull up on 'em then he just may die today
But I'm not tryna make no one cry today
Yeah