Jarren Benton Freebasing

Oh my God, man

What the fuck is going on, man?

I can’t feel my fucking face, dude,

I can’t feel my fucking face, dude.

Oh my God, oh my God!

Mom, mom!

2pac back, 2pac dead, see I ain’t put a price on his head.

Walk with a motherfuckin knife by my leg, woke up with a couple dikes in the bed.

Random nigga but like it don’t care, rainman holed all up in the head.

I’m so big, don’t knock with the mess, back hand hoes and I’m out with they friend.

Okay, Jarren, sweep the leg, basket list and easter eggs

The cameraman take that danger, she don’t need them, I’m gonna keep the head.

Murder, murder, kill, kill, atleast that’s what the reaper said.

And I know why I’d rather save these bullets and make you eat the lead.

Get it? I said, eat the lead,

Hit a motherfucker with the infrared

There my bad man link for it, sneak in niggas, you ain’t affair.

Go home, nig’, best knock us neat, and you bitch will be in the band

Call that bitch, meant the brand, that’s ’cause hard names melt the brand.

What’s the hard need won’t if you don’t? I said, than I’m gonna lent my brake.

Shot myself in the leg, look down at it then it bled.

I didn’t need that piece so I cut it off and threw it in the shed

Yes, I got five mighters on my hand, bitch, I’m no kid the friend.

Two, girl, but I got a rule, girl, that I go through you bitch when I do you

I’m gonna leave you next time I see ya, I will act like I never knew ya

Call from cuba back to the future, then I scuba dive in aruba

With two losers bitch I’m cooler, Jarren Benton, a ruler.

You’re stuck in a piece like Luda, bitch, I’m about my good up

Yes, I fuck that hoes and we get ice cream on some brusters.

Bitch, I’m stuck in this small and I might just rip your spine now.

Grown up as same dope and fucked up Amy Winehouse.

I’m out, sike back in, mac ten, I make you do a fucking back spin

Sipping coke and cab.

Diable, slam the motherfucker in the trashcan.

Legend in the making, bitches wanna rape ’em

White boys’ mad, ’cause I free based with Kevin Bacon.

Shout out to my chick and eating niggas down in megan.

And if these niggas sleeping, we’re about to wake ’em.

I got hoes on my dick, don’t you think that’s sick?

Why? Bitch, literally, I got hoes on my dick.

Jumping out on cobra starships wanna start

Shit, I’m a punch a hole in your chest, rip out your fucking heart and beat it.

Rap game’s anargon, got these niggas panicking

Whoop a nigga’s ass and I ride wid ’em in the ambulance.

I’m I’ll enough to blow a hole in my dick,

And this is just the intro, so niggas, know that I’m sick.

Oh my God, oh my God!

Mom, mom! Mom!

Preston is freebasing with Kevin Bacon

Starring Jarren Benton and Kato

Oh my God, mom!

Mom! My dick is falling off!

Mom, my dick’s falling off, mom!

Mom! Mom, I can’t see my dick anymore, mom!

MOM! MOM! This track was ready.

Mom! Mom! Hey, mom! Oh my God.

Jarren Benton Aluminum Bat

[Jarren Benton:]

The fuck these niggas talking about, man?

I ain’t paying attention to none of the shit these niggas be talking about, man!

Where the fuck my squad at? fuck it!

Fuck all that shit that you talk, I’m as sick as my thoughts

I’m from Atlanta, I never was a fan of the hawks

You can find me spitting game at your bitch

Better aim and then spit

I paint the sky with the brains of a snitch

Put your remains in the ditch

I’m getting brains in the six

Reclining the seat and she gon’ lick the veins in my dick

The same faggots that dap you up, be the ones that clap you up

Thank god we made it through days darker then Daffy duck

Funny how niggas rally when cops kill em’, but when black on black violence is through the ceiling niggas is chilling

I’m passing on that groupie pussy, let my brodie’s have it

I’m out in Manhattan tryna’ fuck with Zoey Kravitz

Fuck love I ain’t searching for no cinderella

I’m blowing dope that’ll blow my brains in the interstellar

Rappers dressin like they into fellas’

Little ways to the top so I’m rapping like I’m still in the cellar

Lord benton I always been into whoreish’ women

Spilling pinot grigio on my linen in Venice

C.I.A. invented crack with a sinister chemist

Long talks with God til’ my spirit’s replenished

Yeah, I do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a quicker kid behind a hand gun

Y’all ain’t fucking with Mr. Benton, that’s ludacris

Slice open my wrist and pull out the devil’s computer chip

Bitch, y’all bitch ass niggas sleepin on the goddamn god like Sealy’s posturepedic mattress, nigga

Look here man fuck this shit I’m done rapping, man, aye pounds get at these niggas let’s wake em’ up!

[Pounds:]

Hard to stay clean with both hands in the business

Bitches think you balling with four grand in the district

Toe tag in an instant, so animalistic, throw hands in them fishes

You throw bands at them bitches

I’m lucky left in the brougham with the dishes whores chug slugs like coke cans and a biscuit

I’m smoking lethal knocking the best of seagull

Fuck the block push profit of packerino

Uhh, I put beam to heads aim, screaming lets bang

Through your green and red frames, yeah 125 like a portion of fifth

I’m just gon’ throw my fork in the ditch, shit corpse in the lift

Uhh! Now pussy, why you lying on your songs

Bet you stop her when I bop her, [put that iron on you lung

Hammer the way, then it has a graphic display, fashion a cake

See you boys is cashing the way, on loud but open bad cats in the shay

Hygien controls, madame strap pat in the b’

I’m still alive, further than they ever thought

Consensual fire and watch you beg for water

[Jarren Benton:]

Y’all niggas way too fucking sensitive, y’all some bitch ass niggas, we bringing that hardcore shit back, it’s that aluminum bat to your fucking skull, shit. Ey Chris get these fuck niggas!

[Chris Rivers:]

Chris the shit, Young Feces that’s my alias

Lord of rap, the jaws’ll crack I ram a nazi atheist

Make believe is with my radience, my radius is here to aliens

Fuck a top 10 I’m top 9 like Ms. Radius

Fuck a bitch and save the world, the rest is miscellaneous

Pull out on a stack, don’t even know what a baby is

Was born a grown man, force my thoughts to homelands

Had to hold it with both hands, cuz’ I never had a baby dick

What’s crazy is, they trapped us in the system, every premonition, vision beat the pick, the nicest victims

Pray for knowledge, pay for college, pay for coffe is for our children that hold their father’s leave like hoodbitches dating pilgrims

Nigga listen, I’m the truth never had to miss a tooth, the gap is disembolic, from the diss is struck from me to you

Rappers scared to say my name like beetlejuice, shocking like they seeing Zeus

I know they pray that change is coming but it took the scenic route, it’s got it’s rivers

Jarren Benton WTFUTB

Bring home the bacon and broccoli

A-Town monopoly

Brass knuckle Benton, no fuck niggas stopping me

Break ’em up properly

Ill nigga fuck up your Empire, stick my dick raw in Taraji P

I come from a era where niggas wear Polos and swimming trunks

Put the gun through the back of your lil’ sister head, told the bitch to get in the trunk

Ándale, ándale, I blew 100k

Interstellar bitch like Mathew McConaughey

These niggas wilding, they won’t put they guns away

They want their cheddar, buy blue cheese and monterey

I’m trying to smash a Kardashian

Crawl through the check then I cash it in

I’m after the throne no Baratheon

Make sure these niggas can’t rap again

Grew up with roaches inside of my Frosted Flakes

Now I am having an awesome day

I come and eat and you all are prey

The bully is here bitch you all should pray

Make sure the pistol a toss-away

Cause if that fuck nigga get out of line

He finna get his ass off today

Boy what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Got a hell of a squad over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Nigga we cashing checks over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Nigga we fucking hoes over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

We ain’t gon’ lose over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

I got the juice, brand new bishop and Q

Nigga you broke, no one listens to you

Fuck nigga, don’t you got dishes to do

I’m up in the hills, what a different view

Amber alert, shit I’m missing [?]

Mo’ money, mo’ problems, new bitching to do

The dope boy, he fucked up a kitchen or two

My girl think I’m loyal, that bitch is a fool

R-I-P Big L, I borrowed that line

My uncle on crack, want to borrow my 9

These haters throw shade, want to borrow my shine

They switch up and transform like Optimus Prime

Son of a gun like I came from a Tec, niggas came for your neck, cause we came for the check

Netflix and chill, bitch I came for the sex

And she don’t swallow cum so I came on her neck

Put your money on me, nigga I am the underdog

God told me go to the top, Jarren shine, get the fuck from up under y’all

Them niggas like Jay, we can talk it out

When that cartridge come out, niggas walk it out

Them haters say Jarren, you crazy you ain’t gonna make it, I look at ’em

Boy what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Got a hell of a squad over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Nigga we cashing checks over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

Nigga we fucking hoes over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

What the fuck is you talking ’bout

We ain’t gon’ lose over here, what the fuck is you talking ’bout

Jarren Benton Again

[Jarren Benton:]

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Yeah, might drop a bag on a bad bitch

She mad, shit, that head will put you in a casket

Diamonds are her BFF

Don’t need a man, she told that nigga to take three steps left

In love with designer clothes, not your typical kind of hoe

She swear her shit don’t stank like her ass and vagina glows

I’m like, “Sorry baby, that ass faker than gas face”

My cash straight, flickin’ dope inside of the ash tray

She hit the pole like an acrobat

Back to back, throw a stack, and she make that ass clap

She pop that pussy for some red bottoms

Chanel bag, she got hella problems

But who am I to judge cause I’m in this bitch like twenty-four

Seven blowin’ bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more

Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds

Twerkin’ on my lap without any clothes

Please do it

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

[A.Leon Craft:]

I love my home the sweetest peaches are fully grown

Fifty long she keep it strong my glow is on

Thick as ever her caramel is the softest tone

She all alone having photo shoots with her camera phone

Capturin’ the essence of that God given blessin’

On God, That lil baby sittin’ right between her legs

And then she showed me, told me

That she wanted to pick my brain slowly

(Woooooooooo)

[?] pulled up

Hoppin out the ‘ville like I’m Issac Hayes

1800 Cocunuts, Swishas and a zip of Haze

[?] up until she walked back from the kitchen

And I really seen that ass in them sleepy [?]

Aggressively, next to me, with the recipe

To had my body feelin’ like I been doin’ some ecstasy

Like a [?] all this scenery

Clouded from all this greenery

Baby can we agree to meet

[Jarren Benton:]

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Uh, these bitches savage

White girl sorcery, black girl magic

Ass so fat, she hit the block and stopped traffic

Said “watchu wanna be” she say “anything but average”

Lord have mercy I think these women gon’ hurt me

She nasty in the sheets, in the streets these bitches so nerdy

I’m a-ddicted to good pussy and cash

[?] these bitches want flashy bags

Yeah, I’m snatchin’ freaks on fashion week

She wake up, gimme top, hit the block and go back to sleep, no Master P

Ain’t no limit how these women [?]

Break a nigga for that cash, yeah that bitch is a menace

But who am I to judge cause I’m in this bitch like twenty-four

Seven blowin’ bread ain’t no thang I got plenty more

Sucka for them thick hoes that look like center folds

Twerkin’ on my lap without any clothes

Please do it

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Again and again and again and again

Do it again, do it again

Jarren Benton OJ

[Hook: Jarren Benton]

Don’t fuck with that boy, don’t play with that boy, he’s out of his mind

24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)

So high in the sky, so bright like a diamond would shine (SHININ’ HO!)

Fall up in the beat turned up with nothin’ but the money on my mind

OJ, ride around the hood like OJ

Sippin on gin and OJ

Blow a whole O of that OJ

On the white girl like OJ

All my nigga locked up like OJ

Killin’ everything like OJ

My clique sick, bitch, we ain’t okay

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Guess who’s peepin’ on your window

With an automatic laser gun aimin’ at your temple

Word to my kin folk

Your ho blow a nigga like a fucked up game from an oldschool Nintendo

Bitch, I did sick since an embrio, yup ho I finna’ blow

How the hell these body parts end up in this envelope

I had a couple meetings with Def Jam and Interscope

My hopes got shot down I thought that I was in the do’

Back to reality, now I’m on top like nigga fuck gravity

You mad at me I fill a gym sock up with batteries

I beat ‘em in the fuckin’ head, that’s a fatality

Fuck you and a random whore by the name of Natalie

You niggas couldn’t shake me, move me or rattle me

Baby, I’m an animal, you don’t wanna battle me

I can dance with the devil inside of a ball room

Nigga, fuck all you, this is Funk Volume, pop a Valium

In a bathroom with a crack whore, and write about it on my brand new album

Niggas on powder, I ain’t talkin’ Talcum

Waitin’ by the window with a gun like Malcolm

X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Elz Jenkins]

Trap boom with my trap bum

Turn the bread, this kinda scary

4 phones, 3 scales, two candy cribs, Mariah Carey

Like hold up, jog, motherfuck what these haters sayin’

Nigga, hold up, jog, money ‘round the clock like I’m Flavor Flav

Niggas ain’t hard enough to sell hard

They too soft to sell soft

Y’all pop the Molly, I sell the Molly, don’t fuck with Pill like Rick Ross

That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap

Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek

Man, I left a nigga abstract

Nigga talk drug but I made that bread

Talkin’ they cake but I made that spread

Nigga talk shit bet he end up dead

When I see your bitch bet I get that head

Nigga kick shit, nigga fuck your goalie

When I strapped leave a nigga so wholey

We’ll crash your crib and we’ll snatch your kids

Me and Jarren Benton so Kony

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]

Killin’ everything like OJ

Dick in the mouth like Colgate

I don’t fuck with them boys, they so gay

Trigger down them whores, no way

PBR baby, fuck Rosay

I’m on a big geek like 4 days

Who the fuck scared of you

I bury you, we got the Theraflu

I told you niggas I ain’t okay

Cheers to a New Year

Whores say he too weird

Chuck a whole can, fuck two beers

You ain’t from the A, suck a nigga, just move here

Nigga fuck high, I’m nuclear

Act a fool here, so turned up, lock green and turn up

If it ain’t about bread, it ain’t concern us

When it’s spring, summer time

I’m a fucker, get a five [?] burn up

[Hook]

Jarren Benton GED

[Intro: Kato]

I just got my G.E.D

So there ain’t shit you can say to me

[x3]

Yeah, Kato

Jarren, Benton

4, Ize

Waddup?

You ever try to suck your own dick?

That shit never works do it?

I just got my G.E.D. nigga!

Finna style on these niggas

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]

Every day I wake up (yawn)

Tryna get this cake up

Smack a bitch so hard, I knock off all her make-up

Stomach rumbling, fucking rappers ’bout to get ate up

Y’all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team Jacob

Josephine Baker, blowing green acres

Bully niggas for lunch money, I need paper

Fuck with me, is bump 50 with clean razors

And I stand the fuck out like new shorts and pink gators

Torpedo on my arm

Bitch up out the norm’

And I’m posted at the bar all day like I’m Norm

Clueless like a Blood in a blue uniform

And the shit I’m smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo)

Stunting on these niggas like I just hit the lottery

Dick in your bitch ass, like a colonoscopy

Got my GED, but I majored in philosophy

Got a minor in psychology, who’s fucking hot as me?

Niggas think it’s a game, cause Jarren’s a monopoly

Sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly

Stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe

Give niggas lobotomies, they shittin’ out colostomies

Bitches used to diss me, they ain’t wanna talk to me

Jock’s shoved me in the lockers cause I act awkwardly

Now I’m getting pussy like I study gynecology

The dopest nigga from the bottom, yeah bitch, I got him here

[Verse 2: 4ize]

Uh-huh, I said yeah bitch I gotta be

Blessed like the Dalai Lama

Your mama honour me

Probably, it’s certified, guaranteed

Kato, Jarren B, 4ize apparently

The illest motherfuckers like 3, the hard ways

So I freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway

Okay? Is y’all pissed off yet?

Cut the cheque, my money long as Chris Bosh neck

With paid salary in Eric 9’s art gallery

I’m a beast, with the vampire immortality

In the pale moonlight, dancing

I’m dancing, romancing fine bitches like Scarlett Johansson

Freaky sluts and tramps with these hoes

I’ll show ’em what they pussy made for

Black, white, Indian, Italian, Asians and Puerto Ricans

Fucking every colour in the rainbow

My fire, flame, oh

I’m smoking on the best for a living

And sex is a given if I’m next to a pigeon

Chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey

The ambassador, I do it for my country

Do it for the haters, I do it for hip-hop

Ain’t nothin peewee up under my big top

I’m hard headed like a boner

Stupid like Homer

With a general education diploma

[Verse 3: Laws]

Castlevanian mansion

Ring, Brady and Manson

Ballerina in the attic and the lady’s dancing

80 phantoms, maybe I’m inhaling branson

And maybe I’m Bronson

Super sperm, break the condom

A hundred kids walk around with my physical structure

My older son drank ’till he made his liver rupture

My second oldest like Moses

‘Cept he took two of every creature, put ’em in his freezer and he froze ’em

My brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen

These hookers want my kids, caught ’em leaving with the trojan

Try and empty it with legs open

I close-lined her in the Days Inn parking lot and now she choking

I’m laughing at the moon while I’m rapping to this tune

I will make an ass out of you if you ever assume

Configure me cause I’m using simplicity

I will fucking stab you next month, and turn the future to history

People think I’m a prophet cause I’m dressing like Socrates

Easy access, has always been my philosophy

I don’t even flow, my words sit on top of the beat

Kathy Bates style, use a clock to (pluck?) your feet

Down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0

Dead rappers, I don’t turn heads, I give neck fractures

And split heads after

Call me Jack the Rapper

You motherfuckers pitch crack, I attack the battle

[Outro: Kato]

I just got my G.E.D

So there ain’t shit you can say to me

[x3]

Jarren Benton Tec In The Church

[Jarren Benton:]

Hopsin put me on in this bitch, I wish you the best fam

I was thinking ’bout murking the whole staff of Def Jam

Niggas sleeping on me like a muthafucking craftmatic

Counted me out, guess these faggots bad at they mathematics

Cursing God like “why the fuck You take my brother?”

Prescription pills to coke, guess I love the feel of these uppers

Arguing niggas cause Pac wasn’t in my top five

You don’t fuck with me hoe, you die from carbon monoxide

Fuck the small talk, my blood pressure boiling

If I wanna shoot this shit, I pop this pistol at the toilet

A new year, fuck this nice guy shit

If you ain’t rocking with my clique, nigga bite my dick (blegh)

And Lord knows I keep something by the torso

As long as my [?] fuck y’all award show

Praying on my downfall, want my soul to leave the earth

Put a hole in a nigga’s chest just like a Yeezy shirt

I’mma feed the needy first

Ill nigga, need a nurse

I ain’t forget you bitches just spat on me when you seen me hurt

Hey we done been to hell, I’m wishing my niggas well

Threw my nigga something on his books when he was sitting in jail

Time flies like looking good, nigga [?]

Cashing checks doing the Soulja Boy, nigga youuu!

Niggas dying over repping they turf

Never know, so I’m praying with my Tec in the church

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin’ good

(Got me feelin’ good)

Oh what a feelin’ dog

(What a feelin’ dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin’ they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church

[Locksmith:]

I was told to bring a tec to the church and a bible to the trap

The only method that’s vital for survival is a strap

My little cousin was murdered I was stifled by the act

So when these niggas yap about violence I’m biased to they raps

I’m here to rescue you

[?] spilling out of your breaths of truth

Only benefits who is honest, that’s how you execute

Watch who you pillow talk with, that’s how they retribute

These bitches use social media like a confession booth

Stay to myself, tread light, and keep my standards up

I was in a space financially where my hands were cuffed

I was in a space creatively where I had enough

Started releasing the music I made for myself so now the fans rush

Sunday mornings at St. John’s in Bay View

Young adolescents distorted we had the same view

Dice games in the basement repping our turf

Bumping Strange, you could say we had a tech in the church

[Jarren Benton:]

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin’ good

(Got me feelin’ good)

Oh what a feelin’ dog

(What a feelin’ dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin’ they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church

[Joyner Lucas:]

Okay, I’m ready to die

Brrra, you waving that tec in the sky

You ready or not?

I enter the block leave all of you dead in a box

Who the fuck is you, Pac?

The fuck is you Biggie? I never get love from the city

I never got shit, just a couple a titties

A couple a pennies and plenty of haters and tricks

Go fix your mouth before you get back handed

I’m from a bottled of rap planet where these hoes think I’m half-Spanish

The truth is I’m an Afghan, I’m half-black but I act frantic

I grab Xanax and pop Vikes and then make a crack sandwich

I’m mad at you

You would never keep your word, you’re such a crook

I can’t trust you, you’ll say anything for a couple bucks

That’s fucking nuts

Word to Karen Civil, you fucking slut

You’s just a thot and your mouth is as big as your twat

I know who is you not, fuck you and that Louis you got

With my money taking vacations and sucking noodles and cocks

They got proof you a fraudulent fuck with a Vince Carter neck

Crooked weave and some funny tits

And the face of a lumpy dick, my nigga fuck this bitch

Shit, I hope my 50k was worth it

Or your pimping days are murdered, you done bit the blade on purpose

I know this gon’ make you nervous

Who the fuck did you encourage?

Hillary Clinton ain’t gon’ like this, she’s fanning next to a serpent

I’m standing next to your merchant

Writing curses in cursive all over your fucking hearses

Get froggy, you’s just a hermit

Bitch go get your fucking hair did

How old is that shit?

I should wrap my dick around your neck and keep choking that shit, bitch

[Jarren Benton:]

So they praying on my downfall

(Nigga praying on my downfall)

Bout to knock a nigga crown off

(Knock a nigga crown off)

Oh Lord I wish a nigga would

(Wish a nigga would)

Cup of Henny got me feelin’ good

(Got me feelin’ good)

Oh what a feelin’ dog

(What a feelin’ dog)

Bout to count a hundred million dog

(A hundred million dog)

Throw it up

Niggas reppin’ they turf

Never know

So I’m praying with my tec in the church

Jarren Benton Lean

[Hook: x2]

You put the codeine in the sprite

And then you mix it all up

Then you sip it slow

That’s how them killas get fucked up

We call it

Lean, Lean

We call it

Lean, Lean

[Verse 1:]

Bada-boom, bada-bing

White cup of lean

Blunt full of green

In the cut as I lean

In a cutlass supreme

Fuck with a team

Got her tucked in a jean

I’m a show you what I mean

When I cut a nigga clean, scalpel please

Throw a mufucker off the balcony

She don’t wanna (gulp) when she give a nigga head

Cause she said that she’s trynna watch her calories

It’s the weekend

Let your hair down, swallow semen

She just wanna be my girlfriend

Bitch, wake up ho, are you dreamin’?

I got wife and I got children

I don’t need you catchin’ feelings

What the fuck these bitches sniffing

Cause you trippin’

Listen

Philippine, billie-jean, guillotine, ritalin

Drizzling, Jiggling, Ringaling, Niggaling

Chainsaw blade goes ring-ring

Get a motherfucker for the bling-bling

Bitch I’m on the lean-lean

Girl you on the same thing

Wayne ain’t on it no more, let it go, I’m a bring-bring

Chain Flame, get a beat, it’s drink

Gone off of mufuckin’ sprite and promethazine

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Lean, on it

Half ounce, quarter pound, throw it in the bong

Nigga we, on it

You ain’t gotta fuck it, you ain’t even gotta suck it

Just pull out my dick bitch, breath on it

I often drift, where was I?

Lean in my cup and I’m feelin’ so high

Dude get the keys to his automobile

And if he can’t walk straight then you know we can’t drive!

Lean it, swerve it, please don’t let a nigga crash

Cause I’ve got a cab

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, never woulda been a coulda shoulda

If a nigga had

Throw up in a bag

Eastside, throw it on a map

Cut open a blunt, then I fill it up with hash

If I get the pussy, I’m a put it in a hat

I’m a pull it out her mouth, then I put it in her ass like

Cocaine, lo mein, propane, rogaine

Gold chain, no brain, Cobain, Don’t mayne

Profane, no shame, slow vein, no vein

No lames, squares and no names

No limit, hit ’em with a tech and a gold tank

Ya’ll niggas hate cause I’m doin’ my own thing

ATLien, finding my own lane

Pop up and I soda pop the codeine

[Hook]

Jarren Benton Dark Roads

[Jarren Benton:]

2 Years since my nigga died

1 year since a nigga cried

My whole team switch sides

Never trust a bitch, right

These niggas ain’t loyal no more

Money turn these niggas into hoes

I just bought a pistol for my foes

I just put a new drug in my nose

New deal but we still independent

I ain’t seen my my momma in a minute

Shit, I ain’t seen my daddy in some years

I’ve been so focused on my career

All these rappers sounding so robotic

I done turned in to an alcoholic

This industry’s so fucking diabolic

Lately I’ve been feeling so psychotic

Where were you when I was contemplating suicide?

Now I’m [?] any nigga getting euthanized

Lately I’ve been dancing with the devil

Money make a nigga feel special

I feel like my pain all gone

I’ve been on the road too long

I pray that my kids stay strong

One more drink and hope the pain stay gone

[Sareena Dominguez:]

Am I, losing my mind now?

Dark nights, money, and new towns

How am I supposed to know, who’s my friend and who’s my foe?

Bright lights, faces I don’t know

Drug highs, reflections and long roads

How am I supposed to know, if you’ll stay or if you’ll go?

[Jarren Benton:]

Yeah bitch I know I got trust issues

That’s what makes it hard for me to fuck with you

Fuck Cupid, love will break a niggas heart

Take a good girl and turn that bitch dark

These niggas got more friendlier with Lucifer

Funny what a little fame’ll do to ya

Lately I’ve been trying to keep my circle small

Right before the show we sniffing adderall

Right before the show we chugging alcohol

Record make the bitches wanna drop their draws

They see I’m a star but blinded to my flaws

They gone throw that pussy at you after all

I hope that my life’s still in Gods hands

Only way to overcome the odds fam

I ain’t got no tolerance for nonsense

Lately I’ve been silencing my conscience

I wonder where the dead go

My nigga don’t keep fucking with my head yo

I ain’t took no time out to deal with pain

I’m out here just trying to eat this bread ho

More covered and it still fell off

I can see these pussy niggas still real soft

Oh my god this new life of mine but when I look into the mirror nigga still feel lost

[Sareena Dominguez:]

Am I, losing my mind now?

Dark nights, money, and new towns

How am I supposed to know, who’s my friend and who’s my foe?

Bright lights, faces I don’t know

Drug highs, reflections and long roads

How am I supposed to know, if you’ll stay or if you’ll go?

[Jarren Benton:]

I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind [x2]

[Sareena Dominguez:]

Am I, losing my mind now?

Dark nights, money, and new towns

How am I supposed to know, who’s my friend and who’s my foe?

Bright lights, faces I don’t know

Drug highs, reflections and long roads

How am I supposed to know, if you’ll stay or if you’ll go?

Jarren Benton Smash

[Jarren Benton:]

I spaz on these hoes like the Birdman

Mr. Benton bitch its curtains

So fresh and clean with no detergent

Ill nigga get a surgeon

You gotta watch out for the serpent

If that pussy good she’ll get a Birkin

I fill my Thermos up with Bourbon

So high like “where the fuck the Earth went?”

Oh no, nigga this is a horror show

We run this shit better work on your cardio

We killing shit nigga like the Sicario

After the show its a party ho

Pop out the gutter like Mario

[?]

I cried when Benny shot at Carlito

I fucked a lot of hoes I hardly know

Hallelujah rest in peace to Prince

My niggas falling out that’s word to Peter Wentz

Niggas wonder why the FV split

I’m independent they can’t tell me shit

I’m drunk as fuck I hit the semen twice

I pop a pill to help me sleep at night

Hallelujah word to Jesus Christ

We lost a lot of legends rest in peace to Phife

[Elz Jenkins:]

I might down a four, I might do the dab

I might pop a pill, I might drop a tab

I might roll a blunt, I might smoke a Xan

I might hit the spot, I might show up, smash

Hop in a foreign, I’m killing the lane, my foot on the gas

Smash

Start this shit and we jump on the couch and we fuck this shit up and we

Smash

Met the lil’ hoe, and I bend the lil’ hoe, and I hit the lil’ hoe and I

Smash

Pipe up the spot, and we make this shit hot and get banned from the spot and we

Smash

[Jarren Benton:]

Still murdering shit in a Mink coat

No habla these fuck niggas lingo

I’m laid on the beach out in Santo Domingo

The Desert Eagle might be tucked in the jean coat

Whose side am I on, nigga Dame or Hop?

I murder both of them niggas, just name the spot

I be there in a flash with the stainless cocked

This Mr. Mink Coat right I leave you brainless Hop!

I’m joking, still loving my brethren

Jarren throwed off like I’m [?]

I laugh at the Reverend

Put you on a highway to Heaven

I’m out for revenge like that guy in the Revenant

Black Mac 11, clap at you peasants

My uncle smoke his crack get high as a pheasant

I let my babies know that life is a blessing

And when I’m on the road my wife just be stressing

Hallelujah rest in peace to [?]

Y’all can suck my dick until the semen gone

Niggas wonder what the weed be on

Can’t sleep at night without the TV on

Hallelujah motherfuck the peace

The bullets homie nigga [?]

Never catch me on no sucker shit

And we don’t fucking quit until we fucking rich

I might down a four, I might do the dab

I might pop a pill, I might drop a tab

I might roll a blunt, I might smoke a Xan

I might hit the spot, I might [?]

Hop in a foreign, I’m killing the lane, my foot on the gas

Smash

Start this shit and we jump on the couch and we fuck this shit up and we

Smash

Met the lil’ hoe, and I bend the lil’ hoe, and I hit the lil’ hoe and I

Smash

Pipe up the spot, and we make this shit hot and get banned from the spot and we

Smash