Juice WRLD - Lost My Mind (Freestyle) lyrics

You know
Sometimes you gotta put that gun down
(Right?) and pick that pen up (Right?)
And show these motherfuckers what's up
(Right?) if you try me
I'll still kill your ass though crazy

Lost my mind a couple weeks ago (I'm crazy)
Ooh, I'ma get to tweakin', ho (Grrrah)
Yeah fuck around, I leave you leakin', ho
(For real)
I ain't talking 'bout shootin'
I throw them hands and knock you down (Ha)
And that's just how I live (yeah)
We'll run through your crib
And that's how it is (yeah)
I ain't never gave no fuck
I ain't never gave no shit (Right)
I'm in arenas fuck
Screaming "Fuck the world" in this bitch
I say my name is JuiceTheKidd (What else)
Freestylin' on this shit (What else)
I be swimmin' through that pussy
Freestylin' in yo' bitch (Bitch)
Got a problem? Come and get it
'cause I swear I'm finna fix it
I'm a motherfuckin' magician
I make niggas go missin'
I swear I see these visions (Huh)
I been ballin' like a Piston (I swish)
Leave that bullshit on the side
Like you benching Scottie Pippen (Sit down)
And you know I'm finna get it
I'll be rippin out they innards (yeah)
60 seconds, 60 shots
Have em' dead in a minute (He gone)
And I ain't shoot shit
But I know niggas that'll kill (Bow)
No Fresh Prince, bitch
But put the shit in your will (For real)
It's a freestyle for real
I ain't write shit for real (yeah, yeah)
I'm the shit out the
Ass, I'm getting wiped, shit for real
(Ugh) that's how I fuckin' feel (yeah)
I pop em' like a molly, shit
Like I fuck with pills (Rolling)
I roll em' like the Swisher
No Loud Pack (Huh)
You niggas know you ain't bout that (At all)
I promise you that I'ma keep it real
(For real) but first and foremost
I gotta keep this shit trill (For real)
Tell you how I feel (For real)
I keep it a hunnid
And you know I got you running, track
When them bullets coming

You saying, I won't shoot shit though
On some real shit, I don't
But, my niggas'll leave your ass
In the damn dirt on my momma
I'm fuckin' crazy
I lost my fuckin' mind, I really did!

Shit now it's getting trill
For real servin' this shit, no Happy Meal
Fuck how you feel, fuck all your
Feelings, we run in this, building
The weapons concealed and they
Makin' the killin'
It's funny how niggas just killed
To make them a living yeah
Every day
I pray to Lord for their forgiveness
(I need it) think I need to win this
You think that I'm kidding
Then taste on that Smith I
Swear I'm that nigga, i swear I'm enigma
Shoot for the stars
Got my hand on that trigger
Talkin' that shit, that's okay
I'ma get em'
Told you my niggas be in it for real
It's a drill
We be monkeying with these gorillas (Apes)
'Cause life is a jungle (yeah)
I know I got talent, but
Bitch, it's a balance
I'm feeling so humble
(I'm so fuckin' confident)
These niggas say that they got stacks
I'm running around 'till they fumble
(Huh?) i swear, not today, nigga, no Mutombo
(Get out my house)
All of my niggas be in it for real (yeah)
Don't give a fuck how you feel (yeah)
Talking that shit, you get killed (yeah)
Whip out the gun, bitch
I'ma beat you to death
Crazy, I told you I'm not stable
I'm not still
Freestylin' off this dome, I make hit's
And then break hit's (yeah)
All my niggas be too gone whoo!
Pussy nigga, can't fuck with me (At all)
Roll em' up, and I light em' up
And then ash his ass
Sour D, that's strong (yeah)
I want my money like Monopoly
I want my mansion like Metropolis (Woo, woo)
And ain't another nigga toppin' this
And ain't another nigga stoppin' this
(At all)
Your girl is slobbin' on my hockey stick
(God damn) i swear to god she wanna kick it
But I told her I was never on no soccer shit
(At all)
She givin' brain just like a graduate
(God damn)
My cash, it gambles like some poker chips
(Whoo) i swear to God my
Middle finger's up, screaming
"Fuck you and your damn associates"
(Fuck 'em) it's over with

Bitch fuck you!
I just freestyled on that bitch
I'm fuckin' crazy, man
JuiceTheKidd mixtape coming out soon ah
Fuck, fuck yeah i'm fuckin' crazy