Juice WRLD: Into the Abyss

I've never seen anybody like Juice WRLD in my entire life.

Somebody who can be so emotionally vulnerable.

Someone with talent that is off the charts

and someone who is unapologetically himself.

There's nobody like Juice WRLD.

Yeah.

Rex made the beat So you know I gotta murder it

They act all tough But in person they be murmuring

And mumbling

Pull a gun out They get to stumbling tumbling

Then the choppa get to thundering

Shitting on all these haters Like where the plunger at

I'm excited

'Cause now I can throw a party

And all the people Who hated on me won't be invited

True Religion on me like the Buddha Indian-style, I'm enlightened

I remember up in kindergarten Teacher told me I wouldn't be shit

And then she saw me play the piano And made all the other kids C-sick

Even though I got a couple demons I'm still screaming out thank Jesus

Upside down pyramid only just To compliment the Jesus pieces

I was a fan of Yu-Gi-Oh

That's why I pull cards On these stupid hoes

Got a arrow not a bullet, Cupid hoe

I pop Percs to numb all the pain 'Cause it hurt to live

I gotta take everything 'Cause sometimes it hurt to give

I make money even though Sometimes it don't make sense

Speaking of taking everything It's time to take shits

On every single person That said I wouldn't do it

Every single person That said I was stupid

Every single person That said I was that Netflix special

What's the name of the show Aw, clueless

But, nah, I ain't clueless I got this

I'm on top so now nobody can top this

Now it's time to change the topic

I got a way with words Like I'm running with a phonics book

In school I didn't do the homework But I still got the subjects

Money ain't the object But money is the objective

Gotta admit that I'm successful

I feel like my hair sometimes A little dreadful

I grew up on rock, rap, heavy metal

Now I'm riding bikes Pedal to the metal

I don't even got a pedal It's a throttle so excuse me

These niggas faker Than some optical illusions

I be looking like What the fuck is you doing

You ain't getting money You ain't changing shit

You ain't changing the world You just stupid

Talking about you cracking cards Selling drugs

Killing niggas and going hard

Watch a real nigga come And pull your card

Now you looking all scared Finna piss yourself, shit yourself

You gotta admit yourself You need some help

I gotta admit myself I'm on these drugs

Feel like I can't save myself

Sometimes I wanna take myself Break myself, so I can reshape myself

Nobody ever felt the pain I feel

So I share it

Put it out to the whole world I ain't embarrassed

A bunch of these niggas is my sons

I apologize to them 'Cause I been a bad parent

Don't try me 'cause I'm not the one

See I won't even count to two

For all you racist White motherfuckers

You got bullied by a jigaboo, Jones

I'm in your home With a gun to your dome

Or, I'm in your home Putting dick in her dome

I'm talking about your momma

I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful So I beg for your pardon

But no, I ain't begging for shit I gotta say that at the beginning

Before I even get started

That beat was fire.

I made that on acid, like, for ten people.

Ay, yo, that was fire, fire.

I can't stand it. That was too hard.

- That was good. That shit was crazy! - Like, that needs to be

like pulled up in the room and that shit needs to happen again.

- That shit, that shit was crazy. - Fucking right.

You need to just, you need to just put that on your album

- just like that. - Literally!

That shit was so fucking hard, dude, word.

That was a special one, man.

So much emotion, so much emotion

and yeah, some of the stuff he says in it

is so, is so raw and so real.

That's real art. That's not art to sell

that's just, you know, pure expression.

With freestyling, it's literally, like, all off the top of the dome.

You making up words that rhyme in real time.

You know what I'm saying? And when you can make up words

that rhyme in real time with stories that align

it's like, you one of a kind.

You feel me. And so, he is like...

It's like all of that in one, and it's like, it's just going.

It's like, wow. The top motherfucker can't do this.

The top ghostwriter who's writing for the top people can't do this.

It's like, you, you, you, you trouble.

He goes in and does the entire song

from start to finish, the whole song.

The entire thing.

Three minutes, four minutes, however long the beat is, he's going.

So he does the whole song

and he goes, "All right, run it back again"

does a whole different song, complete different song.

Then he goes, "All right run it back one more time"

whole different song again and then he goes, "Pick the best one"

and then we do it nine more times, each time I'm in with him.

And it was, in that moment, my jaw dropped

and I said, "Oh, I'm in the room with a superstar."

Like, I'm in the room with a guy who's gonna go down in history

as one of the greatest artists of all time.

I remember the first time seeing his name up there with like

Dre, Juice, Taylor Swift, Post Malone, Travis Scott.

These are people who have machines behind them, right.

This... That's their whole, the whole, you know

drive behind some of these huge artists, like, you know

whoever's up there is

that's part of their stature

is keeping them in that top five in the world.

You know, Juice wasn't trying to be that.

Juice just became that.

It's just crazy to even say, he just became that.

He just became the biggest thing in the world without trying

just making good music.

- What it do, nigga? - You good, brotha?

Hell yeah, bro. They been dunking on them, bro.

We going...

Make some fucking noise!

Y'all loud tonight, huh?

Y'all fucking loud tonight, huh?

One, two, three, four.

- I still see your shadows in my room - Beat it!

Can't take back the love That I gave you

It's to the point Where I love and I hate you

And I cannot change you So I must replace you, oh

Easier said than done

I thought you were the one

Listening to my heart Instead of my head

You found another one But I am the better one

I won't let you forget me

Sing it!

I still see your shadows in my room

Can't take back the love That I gave you

It's to the point Where I love and I hate you

My girl is about to leave me 'cause I lost my JUUL

and I don't know what to do with my life.

Literally, buy a new JUUL.

If I don't find it, she's gonna leave me

and I'm gonna die a sad boy.

- Is it this one? - Forever.

Forever. Can't find his fucking JUUL.

She broke up with me over it.

I still see your shadows in my room

Oh, god.

People ever ask you to sing that shit?

Hell yeah.

It'd be the weirdest, it'd be the weirdest

hood ass motherfuckers that'd be saying

"Sing that shit." "That's not you."

I'm not finna sing that shit to you.

My son knows it word for word.

- That's love. Six. - How old is he?

Oh, man, that's what makes me smile the most.

- Like... - My wife said something...

she said something to my daughter about being pretty

and then my son goes, "It's 'cause she's evil"

or no, my wife said something about being evil

and then my son goes, "It's 'cause she's pretty"

and my wife goes, "What?"

and he's all, "That's what Juice WRLD said...

Prettiest girls got the evil face."

It was pretty funny, dude.

Saving them young.

But he's like super into music

- like he knows all the words. - Saving them young.

You're stupid.

Get the fuck out of here.

Now, that's facts though, facts.

- Facts... - Just looking out.

- My bad, brother. - No, you good, nigga.

Facts...

What's up, you bringing this bitch? You want me to unplug it?

Yeah. You wanna drink some of this?

Tonight's gonna be a good night

Forty on me like I'm Suge Knight

Popping Xannies in the moonlight

Baby girl if the moon's right

I just made my girl some dark Sprite

She said it's good, right

- Literally. - But it ain't good, right

The shit gotta be dark bright

Purple in the double cup

I sip a couple sixteens I ain't had enough

I spit a couple sixteens And it's finna cost

Hundred K for a feature Get the money off

All I know is get the cash, I'm gon' get it off

Baddy with an ass she gon' get me off

Codeine, never sick I don't ever cough

Codeine over lick, fuck a Smirnoff

Yeah, all my niggas killas Like they Adolf

Yeah, leave a nigga dead In the graveyard

Yeah, I can't see these niggas Like they Ray Charles