Feel Like A God [Studio Session] lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Future]
Sleepin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Oh-oh, oh, yeah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one

[Post-Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n*ggas lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God

[Verse 1]
.40 on me, wrestling, look like John Cena, uh
You know what that means, you n*ggas ain't see it comin'
I be with them meddling kids, no Scooby, uh
You know what that means, we always keep the metal on us
f*ck with my slimes, that's an homi'
I don't mind catching a body
Percocet pop with a Molly
Codeine cup, make me drowsy
Woah, woah, Juicе, King Tut, gold on me
Yeah, you got your n*ggas, but what's a n*gga to a army?
The pеrfect point guard, damn it, you n*ggas can't guard me
That's a mix of Jordan, Hardaway, and Kyrie Irving
[Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one

[Post-Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n*ggas lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since I can remember, I been lookin' for the dollars
I put Dolce & Gabbana on my pants and my collar, uh
I be with them n*ggas that got hands on them choppas, yeah
So I don't got to worry about
Violence, no problems, yeah, yeah
You'll get smoked tryna touch me or my dough
Let you know stupid ho
You got to the count of four to get off of my property
My n*ggas'll smoke you and take yo' money, n*gga, monopoly
Look at my house, it's big as f*ck
It look like a metropolis
Yo' girl on toppin' this
Slobbin' on my hockey stick
She give me so much brain, I thought that I was her psychiatrist, ya' dig?
Smokin' on loud, ain't no mid
Perc-30's are not for kids
Run up on me, holdin' your wig
I got my hand on my SIG
Big old guns, not for kids, yeah
Keep them in my crib
Oh-na-na [Mumbling]
Look at my money, b*tch, my money long
Talkin' that sh*t, lil' n*gga, you don't belong
I broke that b*tch heart 'cause she did me wrong
Double back, I'm rich, ho
And my watch cost your rent, ho (Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
Tweakin' in the party, off the Percs, I'm numb
Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up
I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, I'm young
Rich and dangerous, all in one

[Post-Chorus]
Mama said I should really watch my tongue
But she don't know I got all these n*ggas lookin' dumb
She don't know I got the whole world in my palms
Gotta thank God, I feel like a God