Future & Juice WRLD – “Afterlife”
Atlanta rapper Future and late Chicago rapper Juice WRLD have teamed up for a posthumous collaboration, “Afterlife”. The track is a high-energy hip-hop banger that showcases both artists' skills and chemistry.
“Afterlife” features a hard-hitting beat, with trap drums and ominous synths creating a sense of urgency and tension. Future and Juice WRLD take turns trading verses, with their distinct voices and styles blending together seamlessly. The lyrics are all about living life to the fullest and enjoying the moment, with lines like “I'm living like I'm dying, I ain't got no regrets”.
One of the standout features of “Afterlife” is the chemistry between Future and Juice WRLD. The two artists had a close relationship before Juice WRLD's untimely death in 2019, and their camaraderie is evident in the track's energy and flow. They complement each other's styles and bring out the best in each other, creating a track that feels like a celebration of their friendship and talents.
The production of “Afterlife” is expertly crafted, with producer Metro Boomin delivering a beat that perfectly complements Future and Juice WRLD's vocals. The track builds and drops in all the right places, creating a sense of momentum and excitement that keeps listeners hooked from start to finish.
Overall, “Afterlife” is a fantastic collaboration between two of the biggest names in hip-hop. Its hard-hitting beat, energetic flow, and chemistry between Future and Juice WRLD make it a standout track that is sure to please fans of both artists. If you're a fan of trap music or just looking for a high-energy banger to add to your playlist, then “Afterlife” is definitely worth a listen.
Future & Juice WRLD – Afterlife Mp3 Lyrics
I'm popping my shit every morning (popping my shit)
Then I go to paradise
I can see you in my afterlife
He's 'bout to clip me then he drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' on the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
I had to take Methanol, lit up like a light
I can't see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on daily basis, yeah she my type
You go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the fuckin' Hills off Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise
I've been jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklins comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't know when I'ma pop up so she gotta sleep naked
Ain't no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done called you out to my bank, so it could hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love nigga (can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug niggas (yeah, straight up)
I can see you in my afterlife
He's 'bout to clip me then he drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' on the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I don't get tired
I need to get it off my chest, fuck you niggas
I got my hitters in the cut, I'm still that nigga
I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that nigga (super)
I flood-out Richard
That gon' cost me at least a quarter (least a quarter)
I done been in my bag lately and I been poppin' my collar (my bag)
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow (yeah)
Can't be responsible for how you move, 'cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok bool
That's how I was brought up (one thousand)
Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (free Lu)
Nine rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I'm the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on, wait (that's a Glock)
Don't be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait (yeah, mine)
I would've said at least one hundred to play it safe (robbin' the safe)
When it come to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
I'm poppin' my shit every mornin'
Then I go to paradise
Can't help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug niggas
