Forbidden Juice (Bitter Truth) Lyrics

I know where I'm going

But I don't know how

Life a little different

When you live above the clouds

Meeting with the plug

Baby copping big amounts

Take a couple chances

To increase our bank account

Take some time to think

Baby we can figure it out

I had a lot to drink

This isn't how I normally sound

Looking at our future baby

Like it's lost and found

You only hit my phone

When you know I'm not around

Jumping to conclusions

Make sure it's solid ground

A race against time

But I got the triple crown

Throw me in the water

They expecting me to drown

I know where I'm going

But I don't know how

Feed my soul with forbidden juice

(Juice)

Life gave me lemons, made lemonade

But it still ain't as sweet as you

And that's the bitter truth

(That's the bitter truth)

(That's the bitter truth)

Feed my soul with forbidden juice

(Juice)

Life gave me lemons, made lemonade

But it still ain't as sweet as you

And that's the bitter truth

(That's the bitter truth)

(That's the bitter truth)

Every day's a fight

I'm trying to live through self-defense

They won't raise minimum wage

So my dog can't pay his rent

They put my cousin in a cage

And I ain't heard from him since

Send a prayer to the Lord

'Cause we been trying to make amends

Pops wasn't around

So how my momma raise a man?

Used to playing games

That's why it switches in they hand

Red and blue in every city

Living like it's gangland

Suiting ties for all my niggas

Looking like we made men

Made men

Give a fuck about your status

I've been looking for a challenge

But these niggas won't rap

You can still go out the saddest

You get flipped and get wrapped

Hardest from the cul-de-sac

Faster how my brain react

Description close to maniac or genius

Rapping in my room

But I'm imagining arenas

Full court pressure

But I'm weaving through the defense

They tried to count us out

But now they saying they believed us

They saying they believed us yeah

Came a long way from writing raps inside

the journal

Me and Chuk's just made the Wall Street Journal

Ask me how I've been as if that shit really concern you

Just want to know my earnings

All the weed I'm burning

How the wheels turning while I ghost drive? How I got connects without no cosign?

Find me in the dark because I still shine Upper east side

We catching boat rides

Matty touchdown

We yelling mob ties and spike the ball

Yeah