HG full ses

Juice WRLD - Start it Up (se)

All Your Sins (Ace Of Spades) (JW3)

Ace of Spades

Juice WRLD- My Money

Juice WRLD- Live Forever (Session Edit)

Droppin' Tears

Sexual Healing [Session Edit]

Sexual Healing (Sessions)

(prod. oliver_01)

lyrics:

driip 2 clean Aquafresh
ask if it’s on me thats a yes
bitch just gimme more never less
i need u to hold me till im blessed
cross me like a christian no regrets
u can ask forgiveness for the sin
put me up like u just placed a bet
i can guarantee that u will win

u got tricks up ur sleeve like a card
i dont pop the ladders i spit bars
that one line’s a bar within itself
bitch don’t bitch to me to go bark to twelve
its so bright the room is spinnin seein shapes
i cant help it i just love the way it tastes
i should turn my ringer off its getting late
i keep on getting lost in this place
she just tossed me away, wait
she just, crossed me okay, ay
im just a moth to a flame, ay
im all over the place

done with affection
i just want your reflection…

Aqua Fresh

5Stxr Luv Ft.Kayottic (Prod. 500bpm)

Cold Math is a ledger you can feel in your ribs: tracks where melodic rap carries the hard arithmetic of survival, and blues pours the emotion that numbers can’t hold. The album lives in that split-second math of the street—rent due, phone dead, hunger loud—where every choice has interest and every mistake compounds. Over sirens, neon, and concrete sermons, the hooks arrive like oxygen: not pretty, not polite, but honest enough to keep the chest moving. This is music about being “boxed in, cornered by design,” and still finding a way to stand ten toes down without turning your soul into spare change.

But the “cold” in Cold Math isn’t just the world—it’s the clarity you earn when you stop bargaining with reality. Across these songs, the narrator evolves from counting losses to balancing the ledger: looking around at a pixelated life, owning contradictions, cutting doubt out like a bad wire, and building a ladder out of the void one bar at a time. The blues shows up as bruised tenderness under the grit; the rap shows up as precision and nerve—proof that persistence isn’t flex culture, it’s breathwork. If there’s a thesis here, it’s simple and relentless: not survival of the fittest—just the struggle for existence, and the refusal to be erased.

Too Much on the Line (South Side)

Follow my other account in my repost I believe this the last account I make

Juice WRLD- Live Forever (Session Edit)

WRLD SESSION V5