In the three years since he started releasing music to SoundCloud, Juice had found huge success with a tender-voiced combination of melodic hip-hop, emo, and pop-punk-nine months before his death, his second album, Death Race for Love, debuted at number one on Billboard’s chart. In two weeks, he was set to enter a rehab program, but first he headed from Los Angeles home to Chicago, accompanied by a handful of friends and security guards, to celebrate his 21st birthday with a game of paintball. It was a habit, he said in a radio interview, that started as early as his freshman year of high school and continued as he discovered the drug-saturated music of rappers like Future. Jarad Anthony Higgins, as his birth certificate read, had long been an open wound on wax and in interviews about his battles with prescription drugs like Xanax and Percocet, and his struggles with mental health in general. Good days, good days, reminisce the good days.When Juice WRLD boarded a private jet in early December 2019, for what would turn out to be the last flight of his young life, his friends and family had become increasingly alarmed about his drug intake. Good days, good days, reminisce the good days. Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me headlock. I miss ridin' round town with my friends.40 in the stashbox, we ain't come to start none. I told you I've been ballin' since a kid. And everywhere I go I'm down to kill, yeah. ![]() Fuck that clack you claim, yeah, I don' tolerate no disrespect, huh We be at these n***as necks, yuh ayy. I already know it's fuck that shit you claim. It's on my momma, on my granny, on my gang. If he talking crazy, fuck it, I will bust it any day. They ain't know I keep it on my waist.Fuck it had to up it anyway. Still gotta put a fuck n***a up in his place. If he wants to die, I bet Satan wanna meet him, Mask on my face with Revenge on my t-shirt (With Revenge on my t-shirt) If he want to fight, bet I'll beat him to a seizure. I keep it on me, got me walking like an old geezer. If I see a young n***a richer than me, I wouldn't like me either. Fifty bands in all cash, they just tried to block my Visa. I just want dollars, me want to get richer. Now I'm getting the big bucks, ride around with the stick tucked. Remember they was looking at me sideways. I got the bat, I got the drip, I keep a torch always. Now I count dead presidents, me in the morgue all day. Thinking back to when my bed was on the floor or some. Stopping in Givenchy, maybe Dior or some. Rich n***a junkie, still could fuck your mommy. Cigarettes and Perc's boost my net worth. Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okayĬigarettes and Perc's make my best work.Cigarettes and Perc's make my chest hurt. Fuck a phone, I'm gon' hold those hundreds to my ear On me and my gang, cause we runnin' shit this year. Feelin' sorry for the n***as who slept, yeah. I miss my mom, I miss my friends, I miss my house, I miss my pet Laila, fetch, mom, come to LA, I'll get you a jet, Got off my ass and I got to a check. Up in school the teachers said we will bе in jail or dead. But we can't help that shit, it's life I miss my old friends, 'member we was doin' Xans. We all went the wrong way, once or twice. Now we're all grown up, we all came a long way at the start Good Days Good Days, reminisce the good days. ![]() 40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start none. I miss ridin' round town with my friends.
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