Unreleased archive entry

Telepathy (Pt.1)

Juice WRLD

Telepathy (Pt.1) lyrics

Intro Yeah yeah ayy Xan bar double cup Xan bar double cup Ayy ayy ayy ayy Uh wait Yeah ayy yeah ayy Uh ayy ayy Xan bar double cup its the same thing ayy Never change never change Im in the same lane ayy All these chains on my neck sound like some loose change ayy All black Raf Simons like Bruce Wayne ayy   Verse I can not fuck with the lame Im ballin like James Im still in the game ayy Fuck up then fuck up again I run up a check and Im makin it rain ayy Damn I do it again my niggas shoot you then I shoot you again ayy I put the juice in the gin hey I put the ball in the rim hey I do not fuck with a friend I just got brothers in can hey Free my bro locked in the pen hey Caught him with a gun in his hand hey Stuntin when Im up in a Benz yeah I got Dior on my lens yeah These niggas pretend huh I do not fuck with these niggas huh I got no love for these niggas The shotty on me got a slug for a nigga hey You think you getting that money huh You think you keep it one hunnid hey Bitch I dont walk it I run it hey Ball like the OKC Thunder ayy Ball like the OKC Thunder I shit on your boy someone get him a plunger hey Run up on me Ima dump you pull up in that Hummer I pull up that dumper ayy All of my niggas get money we stack it then flip it I keep it one hunnid hey Bitch I dont walk it I run it yeah Bitch I dont walk it I run it I ball on these hoes and I swear that Im swishin You talking that shit then I wash you like dishes hey All of my niggas be different we jiggy Raf Simons on me cause Im busy hey Fuckin yo bitch lets get busy hey All of my niggas be with me hey Bro with me he got a semi hey Hardaway Im ballin like Penny hey Who is this bitch She suck my dick just for a hundred dollars hey Run up on me Run up my clique We got a hundred choppas hey You got a hundred niggas damn We got a hundred problems hey Well thats okay with me cause bitch I got them problem solvers ayy I just be runnin with killers Bathing Ape on me going gorillas Run up on me I swear that I get you Michael Jackson she dancing like thriller And my niggas they still get the picture Roll you up and I smoke like a swisher Niggas talkin that shit Ima get em Bitch she drunk like she off of the liquor ayy Outro Yeah I live to breathe I live to breathe I live to breathe I get the head I get the head telepathy Dont give a fuck what none these haters tellin me The shit you say so mofuckin irrelevant Ayy ayy ayy