Unreleased archive entry

Feel Like A God

Juice WRLD

Feel Like A God lyrics

Intro Sleepin in the party off the Percs Im numb Ohoh oh yeah uh Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I aint worried bout a damn thing Im young Rich and dangerous all in one   Chorus Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God   PostChorus 40 on me wrestling look like John Cena uh You know what that means you niggas aint see it comin I be with them meddling kids no Scooby uh You know what that means we always keep the metal on us   Verse 1 Fuck with my slimes thats an homi I dont mind catching a body Percocet pop with a Molly Codeine cup make me drowsy Woah woah Juice King Tut gold on me Yeah you got your niggas but whats a nigga to a army The perfect point guard damn it you niggas cant guard me Thats a mix of Jordan Hardaway and Kyrie Irving PreChorus Tweakin in the party off the Percs Im numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I aint worried bout a damn thing Im young Rich and dangerous all in one   Chorus Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God   PostChorus 40 on me wrestling look like John Cena uh You know what that means you niggas aint see it comin I be with them meddling kids no Scooby uh You know what that means we always keep the metal on us   Verse 2 Money right now rollin’ off percs smokin’ no loud Lil bro got a 40 on him now Slime with me he shoot you down Back two days inside town Nowadays it’s about a 100K for me to show up and shut it down uh That’s the real spill Banana clip in that choppa don’t get killed illed My momma mad at me cause I’m off them pills ills Feelin’ like 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 niggas that got hands on them choppas yeah So I dont got to worry about Violence no problems yeah yeah   PreChorus Tweakin in the party off the Percs Im numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I aint worried bout a damn thing Im young Rich and dangerous all in one   Chorus Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God   PostChorus 40 on me wrestling look like John Cena uh You know what that means you niggas aint see it comin I be with them meddling kids no Scooby uh You know what that means we always keep the metal on us   Verse 3 Smoke tryna touch me or my dough just to let you know Youll 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 niggasll smoke you and take yo money nigga monopoly Look at my house its big as fuck 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 I be up in them clouds like damn you ns not as high as this I feel like a pile of these ns not as fly as this Fuck with me and my money dummy you gon’ end up dying yeah yeah PreChorus Tweakin in the party off the Percs Im numb Brodie got it on him if you wanna act up I aint worried bout a damn thing Im young Rich and dangerous all in one   Chorus Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God Mama said I should really watch my tongue But she dont know I got all these niggas lookin dumb She dont know I got the whole world in my palms Gotta thank God I feel like a God   PostChorus 40 on me wrestling look like John Cena uh You know what that means you niggas aint see it comin I be with them meddling kids no Scooby uh You know what that means we always keep the metal on us   Verse 4 Smokin on loud aint no mid Perc30s are not for kids Run up on me holdin your wig yeah I got my hand on my SIG Big old guns not for kids yeah Keep them in my crib Ohnana Mumbling yeah Look at my money bitch my money long Talkin that shit lil nigga you dont belong I broke that bitch heart cause she did me wrong Double back Im rich ho And my watch cost your rent ho That AP skeleton finna be twotoned But Mumbling oh   Outro I love you empty Mason