After collaborating with Future on the mixtape "WRLD on Drugs", which was released later that year and peaked at number #2 on the Billboard 200. He also contributed to the soundtrack for Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. Juice WRLD announced his second album, Death Race for Love, which was released on March 8, 2019. It was preceded by the singles "Robbery" and "Hear Me Calling", with the former making its debut at number 27 on the Hot 100.
Higgins started his musical influences as being genre-wide going from rock music to rap music. Higgins stated that his biggest influences were rappers Chief Keef, Travis Scott, The Weeknd, Kanye West, and British rock singer Billy Idol. His other influences included Wu-Tang Clan, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Black Sabbath, Megadeth, 2Pac, Eminem, Kid Cudi and Escape the Fate. Higgins' music has been branded as "emo" and "rock" leaning, "genre-bending" with music focusing on having a "every broken heart, every wounded feeling."
On December 8, 2019, Higgins suffered a seizure at Midway International Airport in Chicago, Illinois. According to the Chicago Police Department, Higgins was conscious and bleeding from the mouth when paramedics arrived on the scene. He was rushed to a nearby hospital, where he has pronounced dead shortly after. Higgins was 21. On December 22nd 2019, The Cook County Medical Examiner stated that Higgins died on 8th December 2019 as a result of toxic levels of oxycodone and codeine present in his system.
Realer N Realer
Juice WRLD Lyrics
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I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now
My family don't understand, understand
(Wheezy outta here)
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
Only wanna fuck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit
Matter fact, you wanna fuck her, but you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day
Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em
Mobbin' on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "Ring, ring"
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I invest that in some buildings, uh
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn your block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
The lyrics to Juice WRLD and Future's song "Realer N Realer" express their experiences dealing with fame, money, and loss. The first verse talks about how Juice WRLD likes to do what he wants, play with bands, and has money and fame now, but his family doesn't understand this new life he's living. The chorus repeats the phrase "Shit getting realer and realer" and talks about how they've made millions and invested that money in buildings, how their earnings have tripled, but also about the loss they've experienced due to the system and guns. They express that they cannot go for that and choose to surround themselves with killers to keep them safe.
In the second verse, Future raps about the constant pressure he feels to spend his money extravagantly and suggests that people would rather talk about how much money they make instead of how much they save. He talks about having no closet space because of all the expensive clothes he has and mentions how his underwear costs more than some people make in a week. He goes on to boast about his wealth and the people he surrounds himself with while also insinuating that he's not interested in any serious relationships.
Overall, the song reflects the harsh realities that come with fame and fortune, as well as the loss and dangers that come with it. It portrays a lifestyle of excess and indulgence while also highlighting the need to protect oneself and remain vigilant in the face of danger.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yeah
A casual acknowledgement and agreement
I like to do what I wanna do
I enjoy exercising my free will
I like to play with these bands
I enjoy playing with large sums of money
I got the money and fame now
I have enough financial resources and popularity
My family don't understand, understand
My relatives don't comprehend my choices and actions
Shit getting realer and realer, uh
Things are getting more intense
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I have acquired a few million dollars
I invest that in some buildings, uh
I put that money into real estate
Look at my money, it tripled, uh
My money has grown three-fold
I lost my bro to the system, uh
The legal system took away my brother
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
My brother died from gun violence
They tried to take me with him, uh
They attempted to harm me as well
I can't go for that, no, no
I won't stand for that
I stay with killers every day
I surround myself with violent individuals
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I carry a gun with me
I turn your block to a buffet
I will turn your neighborhood into a war zone
Yeah, I spend a lot
I spend a significant amount of money
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I wear high-end fashion brands
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
I spilled lean on my jacket and will give it to my housekeeper to clean
People love to talk about the money that they make
Individuals like to brag about their earnings
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Not many people discuss their savings
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
I'm not in a position to talk about savings because I spend frivolously
'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave
I realize that material possessions don't matter in the end
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
I have so many expensive shoes that I don't have enough room to store them
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
My underwear is so expensive that it's equivalent to a week's worth of your income
Big shit, expensive shit, all that shit
I have a lot of big and pricey things
12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips
A 12 gauge shot will cause someone to do a backward somersault
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Being shot by a .40 caliber gun causes a person to flail like Michael Jackson
Only wanna fuck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit
I only want to have sex with someone once and then distance myself from them
Matter fact, you wanna fuck her, but you on the call back list
In fact, you want to have sex with her but you're just waiting for a call back
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch
If I already had sex with her, I probably won't contact her again
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
Wearing all these expensive chains makes me feel subservient
Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
A woman left a semen stain on my expensive Gucci shirt, so I disposed of it
I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave
I consider myself to be incredibly cool and important
Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day
I'm enjoying the excitement of taking drugs but know it could be deadly
Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Things are getting even more intense, but I've made millions
Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em
We have to shoot at our enemies as soon as we see them
Mobbin' on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
We're cruising in private planes, making it difficult to catch us
I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib
I converted a stripper into a housekeeper to add to the entertainment of my home
Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears
I have large, expensive diamonds on my ring and ears
Chopper goin' off like, 'Ring, ring'
My gun is firing rapidly
Got Peedi Crakk, yeah
I am accompanied by rapper Peedi Crakk
I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here
I have Céline Dion and codeine, indicating I'm preparing to die
Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
I have more promiscuous women than I have Kanye West clothing, treating them like disposable items
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Colin C. Franken, Jarad Higgins, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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